We have enough food for all of our meals but not enough to ever feel full. We discuss it and shrug. We make a game of savoring each morsel and making it last. At home, complaints are loud and long whenever the cupboards are devoid of meals that can be instantly microwaved or poured directly from can to mouth. On this island, we cheer the discovery that we ve packed a film canister filled with maple syrup.
Life is good.
Tiny wild blueberries cling to vines snaking against the rocky sun-baked face of the Greenstone Ridge trail. In 30 minutes, we ve filled a coffee pot with them. Next morning, we mix them in with breakfast. Almost every day we find another blueberry bounty and harvest our share. We squabble some, bicker a little, but generally discover we re the kind of people we d choose if we had to be stranded on a deserted island with others.