A Ghosttown in the works.

I arrived on the island a couple of days ago. The familiar ferry bobbing up and down on the icy waters of the straits. The Round Island lighthouse giving me that feeling of being pulled into a different time zone.

I am surprised at how shabby the island is! The streets are so empty and void of the hustle and bustle of the summer. But that won't last for long, as people are sawing, hammering, painting their way to the grand opening season...sometime around the first week of May.

I also did not hear from my employer that our meals are not provided until the opening. :-( So peanut butter and pretzels will have to do for now. It's not a bad dinner, when mixed with a good Canadian beer to wash down the stickiness :-)

It's kinda lonely here now, but in a good way. I'm nested up in my little studio room in Webster cottage. Originally my employer said I would be up in the apartments with the other staff (even though I'm "management") but she gave me a great surprise and I got my old room in Webster! I will post pictures soon, but that means I'll not be bothered (unless I choose to take part) in the late night drunken festivities that tend to frequent the apartments up the hill from town.

I'm glad to be here. It's chilly. There is still patches of snow up in the woods. I don't have to dress up for work (yet).