This is our sixth year on the island, and in all that time, I’ve never kept a daily blog — mostly because we’re always so busy, and by the end of each day, I’m too tired to write. But this year, I’m going to try. My goal is to focus on one aspect of island life each day, and today, it’s all about the arrival.
We pulled into Granite Pier in Rockport around 7:20 AM. The wharf was already coming to life — boat captains and their crews.There’s nothing quite like the welcome we receive. Hugs all around, familiar faces, and that comforting sense of being truly welcomed back — not just as visitors, but as returning members of the island community.
We carried our supplies down the long ramp, where they were loaded onto the boat. Dave was our captain today, with Rich and Sebastian as his crew. This is the third year in a row we’ve made the trip out with the Kitchen family — Lowell and his two boys, Rowan and Henry. Also aboard were Diane and Paula, two of the island’s docents.
Even after six years, I still get a little tingle when I catch my first glimpse of the twin lighthouses. They’re more than just landmarks now — to me, they’ve come to symbolize two weeks of beauty, purpose, and community.
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