Erich and I watched a phenomenal sunset up at Lobster Cove tonight after the kids went to sleep. There is a shipwreck of a tugboat that crashed years ago, as well as a life ring perched on the cliff there in case anybody falls off the rocks into the crashing surf. The undertows and high surf in the ocean on the southern side of the island are particularly dangerous, and there are many chilling stories of people that fell and were lost in the sea, never to be found. The raw beauty of this place blows me away.
