Calypso

She was named long before she actually came into my life, when I first fell in love with the name and decided that if I ever had a cat, I'd name her Calypso. When she did arrive, she lived up to her name, graceful as the flower, beautiful as the nymph and spunky as the music. She was opinionated, letting me know in no uncertain terms how she despised human food. We bickered at times, but always made up by bedtime when she made it her job to tuck us into bed and purr us to sleep. There is no better lullaby.

A week ago we had to say good bye. My hand still reaches out to touch her silky fur or squeeze her fluffy paws, and my heart has a gaping hole. But I imagine that she's frolicking in heaven with her brother Hercules, while gently trying to remind me that in love there is no separation.

Annaly Bay Hike and Geocache

Last Sunday afternoon we joined the St. Croix Hiking Association for a wonderful hike on the Trunbull Trail. The trail starts behind Carambola Beach Resort, on the Northwest corner of St. Croix.

It works its way up a ridge overlooking the north shore, and then descends to the Annaly Tide Pools.


The trail is shaded most of the way, with lots of interesting trees, such as this guy whose name I don't know, but looks like it's been in one too many bar fights.

Or this one, officially known as a Turpentine Tree, and locally called The Tourist Tree because it's red and peeling all over.

We took a quick detour to the ruins of an old sugar mill.

A nest of bees are now the official residents of this sugar mill.

The surf was high at Annaly Bay.

Some brave souls still hiked around the rocks to make it to the tide pools.

I watched from a rocky perch, and then got busy finding the geocache, located at N 17° 45.793 W 064° 50.723.

I took a mini microscope, and left behind one of my creations: a quilted bookmark.