This is an old one, done from a trip we took way back when I was first learning to SCUBA dive. This was a tiny island in a string of tiny island outside of the barrier reef off the coast of Belize. You could walk from one side of the island to the other in a matter of a few minutes. The lodgings were thatch-roofed circular huts on stilts. There was a hurricane on the day we were supposed to leave, and the Boston Whaler that served as a taxi to and from shore was not up to the 12-foot waves. We ended up having to hitch a ride from a very large sailboat which had anchored near the shore of our island, and by wild coincidence, two of the people on the sailboat wound up hailing from Woodstock, my hometown, and knowing some of my friends. Bizarre! It was a lovely ride back to the coast on that large sailing ship, and the 12-foot waves seemed minimal under the hull of that vessel.
Small teaser-style announcement: since our daughter's adoption last summer, my wait-list for portraits and illustrations has been on hold due to a crippling lack of time, and some big jobs that I've been working on for the past year. By late June, however, I expect to be able to announce a change in status for my studio, and quite possibly an Etsy shop featuring available prints! Stay tuned for more news in the near future, both here and at my illustration site.