Oh how we do love the beach! We learned about this particular seaside from the Roposopes the night of the barbecue. Tucked away in a secret little village, that apparently never changes or moves forward, is the most enchanting beach spot! The weather was warm, but not much sun! Just as well since we forgot our furscreen! No singeing for our furry little family! Where do I even begin?
We had to stay up with ancient Neskowille tradition and document this trip by having our picture taken, complete with date, down near this gynormous rock called Proposition Cliff. Rumor has it this was named after Curley Bond (no relation to James . . .) propositioned marriage to Stella Book. Many try to climb the big rock . . . some make it . . . some don’t. We fell into the ‘don’t’ category. We huffed and puffed and willowed our way up! But it was just too steep for us little willows to make it all the way to the top. We determined that we might either fall off and be swept away in the big ocean or get carried off by the Big Mama Bald Eagle who was watching our every move. Wouldn’t we have been a tasty little morsel for eagle babies? Way off in the distance above the sounds of the crashing waves, we could hear what sounded like a Sea Captain’s voice exclaiming, “Blustery Barnacles and Ocean Tours Ahead!” Well of course the kids just had to go and check it out! To all of our surprise around the corner from Proposition Cliff was a creek and a dock with none other than Captain Pigwasher and his sea gull named One Legged Pig’s Feet.
He was offering trips on the Jolly Rancher Ship over to Willigan’s Island, which was a three hour tour . . . a three hour tour!! We willowed quickly down the dock! One Legged Pig’s Fee, we learned, had a bit of an attitude towards anything without any legs and he swooped us up and dropped us right on top of weather vain. About that time a huge gust of wind came up and we barely were able to hang on.
Round and round we flew, our fur flapping in the breeze! Captain Pigwasher, the woody ole captain, demanded One Legged Pig’s Feet carry us to safety. We gave him huge hugs and of course the kids said “thanks for the nice time!” With all the excitement we hadn’t seen the rest of the tourists who were getting on board as well! There of course was Willigan, who owns the island; Captain Grumpy the Skipper, Thirsty and Lively Howe, Miss Clove Granite, Mr. Brain Fellow and Miss Merry Ann Winters. They acted as if they had done this tour before and wanted to know if we wanted their autographs. “For what?” we asked. They weren’t famous TV stars were they?
The boat set sail and off we went into the wild blue yonder. Captain Pigwasher and Captain Grumpy taught us all sorts of sea captain sayings. Whenever we would see a whale, we would all shout “Walloping Whales”. The whales must have been trained to wallop us with their tail and splash us when they heard that sound. We got very wet and wet fur doesn’t smell very good! Next we shouted “Sabulous Seagulls”. Well don’t you know that One Legged Pig’s Feet didn’t take so kindly to that? We were calling him gritty! He squawked for some of his high flying friends. They zoomed in and got us with their upwash while flying in formation. The captains were both quite pleased with themselves and enjoyed watching everyone run for cover. Finding cover wasn’t too hard for us. Our family climbed into the pocket protector of Mr. Brain Fellow! Our arrival back to shore was in three hours, like we were promised. The tour ended and all promptly went to the little store called Fresh Outs to buy soap and something to eat! What a wonderful day and the kids slept well that night dreaming of pig’s feet and pig washers!
We had to stay up with ancient Neskowille tradition and document this trip by having our picture taken, complete with date, down near this gynormous rock called Proposition Cliff. Rumor has it this was named after Curley Bond (no relation to James . . .) propositioned marriage to Stella Book. Many try to climb the big rock . . . some make it . . . some don’t. We fell into the ‘don’t’ category. We huffed and puffed and willowed our way up! But it was just too steep for us little willows to make it all the way to the top. We determined that we might either fall off and be swept away in the big ocean or get carried off by the Big Mama Bald Eagle who was watching our every move. Wouldn’t we have been a tasty little morsel for eagle babies? Way off in the distance above the sounds of the crashing waves, we could hear what sounded like a Sea Captain’s voice exclaiming, “Blustery Barnacles and Ocean Tours Ahead!” Well of course the kids just had to go and check it out! To all of our surprise around the corner from Proposition Cliff was a creek and a dock with none other than Captain Pigwasher and his sea gull named One Legged Pig’s Feet. 
He was offering trips on the Jolly Rancher Ship over to Willigan’s Island, which was a three hour tour . . . a three hour tour!! We willowed quickly down the dock! One Legged Pig’s Fee, we learned, had a bit of an attitude towards anything without any legs and he swooped us up and dropped us right on top of weather vain. About that time a huge gust of wind came up and we barely were able to hang on. 
Round and round we flew, our fur flapping in the breeze! Captain Pigwasher, the woody ole captain, demanded One Legged Pig’s Feet carry us to safety. We gave him huge hugs and of course the kids said “thanks for the nice time!” With all the excitement we hadn’t seen the rest of the tourists who were getting on board as well! There of course was Willigan, who owns the island; Captain Grumpy the Skipper, Thirsty and Lively Howe, Miss Clove Granite, Mr. Brain Fellow and Miss Merry Ann Winters. They acted as if they had done this tour before and wanted to know if we wanted their autographs. “For what?” we asked. They weren’t famous TV stars were they? 
The boat set sail and off we went into the wild blue yonder. Captain Pigwasher and Captain Grumpy taught us all sorts of sea captain sayings. Whenever we would see a whale, we would all shout “Walloping Whales”. The whales must have been trained to wallop us with their tail and splash us when they heard that sound. We got very wet and wet fur doesn’t smell very good! Next we shouted “Sabulous Seagulls”. Well don’t you know that One Legged Pig’s Feet didn’t take so kindly to that? We were calling him gritty! He squawked for some of his high flying friends. They zoomed in and got us with their upwash while flying in formation. The captains were both quite pleased with themselves and enjoyed watching everyone run for cover. Finding cover wasn’t too hard for us. Our family climbed into the pocket protector of Mr. Brain Fellow! Our arrival back to shore was in three hours, like we were promised. The tour ended and all promptly went to the little store called Fresh Outs to buy soap and something to eat! What a wonderful day and the kids slept well that night dreaming of pig’s feet and pig washers!
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