Well. Last week, we upped our ambitions, in order to go to an island nearby where you actually have to pay a ferry charge in order to venture onto. Apparently, there's a nature preserve there that has three or so trails that range from 1 to 10 miles in length. Naturally, we wanted to start with the smaller in order to try things out, and then mayhaps explore the rest of an island that we have lived near to for the past 26 years but haven't truly ventured onto until a week ago.
Our attempt, for better or for worse, failed. The park, on this particular day, was closed. We didn't want to go home because we paid a ferry fee and live in quite the expensive area where every penny counts, so we decided to stay and see where the road would take us. At first, it was to some secluded beach with a 'no trespassing' sign, and then to another beach (that directly connected us to the previous one, but hey...)
It was beautiful. It was hot. It was a UV rating of 9. We just happened to be without any sunscreen. However, in our defense, we were expecting to be under canapes of shade. Needless to say, the sun burned the poop out of us.
The four hours we spent in the sun gave me the most wicked sunburn, and now I am a lucky enough soul to have the entertainment of peeling skin. Yay.
Here's the thing; to a certain degree, I really do enjoy it. I don't know why, don't ask, but I really enjoy peeling the dead skin off of me. I think that part of it stems from the fact that about seven or eight years ago I was diagnosed with psoriasis. Since then, everything having to do with the epidermal layer of my body simply amazes me. I have, in this respect, become quite the little scientist.
So, when something like a sunburn happens, it's almost an experiment for me.
Hypothesis:
If I am severly sunburned, then my skin will peel and I will help it along its' way.
Conclusion:
True.

I'm guessing it was you and Sam doing the exploring but where did you go? Shelter Island? Or Block Island perhaps?
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