typically revolve around the most gorgeous sunsets you'd swear you've ever
seen, with some of the most amazing humans you know and a fire so large you can
focus your eyes on anything else other than it's glow while shenanigans are
happening in the distance.
week stated out with a sign on the kitchen screen door advertising a full-moon
cruise to one of the islands with eats and spirits-a-plenty.
More than enough to reason to
arrived and a larger than expect crowd gathered outside the corner of the
Bayfield Inn while we waited anxiously for “our captain” to arrive. After
waiting for awhile, about three full drinks worth (not that I was counting), numbers started to slowly
dwindle. The rest of us just
gathered on the rooftop bar overlooking superior for drinks and a dip into the snacks, basically preparing for the worst and making ourselves comfortable.
we were given word that everything was ready at the pier to load ourselves and our belongings, which consisted mostly of beer, food and musical instruments. On arrival to the pier, all of our illusions of the cruise
were shattered as we thought there'd be this big huge yacht like thing waiting
for us outside.
we were given three little fishing boats.
numbers dwindled yet again.
rest of us, already buzzing, were still stoked to be going on a boat so we loaded and set off for long island*. The sun was
starting to set over the lake, the islands with Bayfield disappearing in the
distance. While loading, it may have seemed sketchy at first, but I think we all
knew we were making the right decision. Or at least there are worse ways to go down than with boats filled with beer and good company.
boat approached the shore of Long Island we watched as the others arrived, unloading and
starting a ferocious fire in what seemed like a snap of a finger. We rolled up
our pants and waded to shore. It didn't take long before everyone had a beer in
hand and music started being played.
landed just in time to watch the most spectacular sunset, where the full moon was already shinning bright, rising over the horizon. During the last rays of sunlight, a group of us followed the beach towards the bright glow of the moon. We went as far as the beach went, sitting next to the breakwater. Contemplating life, or whatever, I'm sure.
out in our quiet corner for a while. As we headed back we joined the others and all sat around the
fire. It didn't seem like long before we were staring to gather
everything up to head back to Bayfield.
As we approached the bright lights of Bayfield, the party didn't end. With the most prime location in town, and a balcony overlooking the bay, our place was the natural choice to continue the night's festivities.
I'm not totally sure what time we started winding down, but whatever few hours of sleep I was able to log I still woke up with the sun at 6 AM, escaping a hangover and with enough energy to last at least half of the day at work.
island is not technically an island anymore since it has connected the mainland
30 years ago, now making it a peninsula.