1. The Island, Chapter 36


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    traditional warm-ups from our Tae Kwon Do classes, which were designed to loosen up the whole body from top to bottom, and add some strengthening as well. They also had the advantage of not requiring any equipment, just using the practitioner’s muscles, weight, and gravity to get the job done. It was a pleasant hour, and I was glad to have gotten in some physical activity early before the sun really started heating things up. When we were done, we pitched in with the usual chores of island life, collecting firewood and fruit, checking the tide pools for crabs and shellfish, filling the water tank, and other mundane tasks. Our shark lines were stripped bare, at least indicating something was interested in the bait, and Horace promised after his class with the kids he would try to figure out a better hook to go on the end of the line, something that would more likely catch us some food. When lessons were done, the antsy kids and the sweaty adults all jumped into the lagoon for a morning swim, and we horsed around in the water for a good 30 minutes before folks started heading back in to dry and change. I toweled off, jumping on one leg like a lunatic as I tried to clear a drop of water out of my ear. I was interrupted in my gyrations by Rain, who had something wrapped in banana leaves she wanted to show me. “Look, we made soap!” “Come again?” I said, still having trouble hearing through the water in my ear canal. “Soap!” “You made soap? How?” “We mixed pig fat and ashes. It ...
    makes lye soap.” She showed it to me proudly, and I fingered the gooey mess. It certainly felt slippery. “Dakota made it before on the farm when she was younger. It’s kinda harsh, but we figure we can mix in some coconut oil, and maybe some herbs to make it smell better.” “That’s pretty cool,” I marveled. ‘Thank you guys. That’s a great contribution to camp.” She smiled happily. “We’re gonna fine tune it some more. We think we’ll have a better recipe soon.” “Excellent. Keep me posted.” Was it ironic that the hippies were the ones making soap? Or was I just falling victim to a stereotype? Who knew , I chuckled to myself as she walked away. Joelle and Horace were teachers, the hippies were cooking up bath products; I was feeling like I needed to get out there and do something to keep up. I watched as Brandon milked the goat, squirting the white liquid expertly into a bucket. Maybe we could find more goats? The idea caught hold, and soon I was working my way around camp, trying to find volunteers for a goat-hunting mission. I had to be clear with the field hockey girls, this was not a hunt with spears and arrows, but with ropes and sticks. In the end, I collected 10 people to go on the hunt, and with the hunters’ knowledge of animal trails and habits, they suggested we concentrate on the jungle around the big volcanic peak, as they had heard bleating around that side of the island on many occasions. We trooped off together, trying to be as stealthy as possible, and after a couple ...