As we approach, I can see that we are on the eastern edge, the western edge disappears over the horizon, as we crossed the most northerly part of the ...sland. We can see a little line of blue on a southern edge along with another island easily as wide. Judging from the distance, we can see from this height, I would believe it to be nearly twenty to twenty-five miles from northern edge to the channel. Probably more like 30 miles east to west, possibly slightly more. Flying to the western edge, my. Not even the usual trash was around. I would have preferred the trash. Something interesting might have been tossed.The worst thing was that you could not get to the house. The closest road was almost half a mile away. The hiking trail meandered for three times that far. One fair autumn weekend, I walked that trail. In the fading light, I took a ream of pictures. After dusk, I laser mapped all the rooms of the house and outbuilding (workshop? wood shed? cabin?). It had a large fireplace. I. Standing in his bedroom the one door of the wardrobe is missing altogetherthe other hanging on for dear life by it last remaining hinge, the hangingrail sloping with his suits and jackets crushed together.The drawers of the small bedroom unit all open with items in totaldisarray scattered all over the floor, as if he just had been burgled, hewould not know if he had or had not been.His bed typical of most males is unmade and the carpet needs replaced ithas seen better times.Five foot four. Let’s just walk.” Dirty continued to laugh. “What about the car?” I shrugged my shoulders with indifference. “Who cares? It ain’t ours. Suave don’t know we have it. For all he knows, some stranger jacked it and wrecked it into the ditch. Let’s just get out of here.” “Alright,” Dirty agreed, turning away from the wreckage. We began walking down the street for Dirty’s vehicle, leaving Suave’s car for whoever might want it. A truck soon pulled over beside.