Giligan's Island Revisited - or- How I Got Rescued Off a Deserted Island

While in Freeport I basically lived an episode of Gilligan's Island.  No joke.  Here are the facts:

(1) We were signed up for a five hour tour.  With us was a professor (me)

A beautiful and slightly dramatic woman named Ginger (my sister - far right)

A super skinny and kinda goofy young man, not unlike Gilligan. 

And my older parents (think Mr & Mrs. Howell).

We also had a guy who was leading the tour (Skipper).  All we needed to complete the cast of Gilligan's Island was Marianne, and if you count my two cute nieces, I think we've got everyone.

(2) Dave rubbed this strange bottle he found on the beach right before we left the main island. (Does anyone else remember that episode of the Brady Bunch where the family goes to Hawaii and right after Peter finds the relic in the abandoned mine all these terrible things start to happen???)

(3) Freakishly windy and cold weather kicked up right after we finished kayaking to a little, deserted island off the coast of Freeport.

(4) The conditions kayaking back were pretty rough. The adults were able to manage, but when BB#1 and his cousin tried to get past the breakers they just weren't strong enough to overcome the wind and waves. 

(5) We were ultimately taken back to the main island by flagging down the only passing boat we had seen all day.  Everyone who hadn't gotten off yet jumped aboard then we moved alongside the two kayaks that had managed to get beyond the breakers and pulled them and their kayaks into the boat.

(6) We did get back to the cruise ship before it left - with only about 15 minutes to spare. Phew!  

(7)  The Harlem Globetrotters never showed up.  Certainly disappointing, but we did manage to see them later that week when they came to Denver. Close enough, right?  (You remember that Gilligan's Island episode, don't ya?)

OK, so it may not have been EXACTLY like Gilligan's Island. But it does make for a good story - and it's ALL true!