Well, we made it to the remote icy island named after Col. James Swan (I think he was a colonel, anyway). Here we are at the site of the island's new library, to be completed soon. The original library, which I visited often whenever on the island in the summer, burnt to the ground after being struck by lightening, taking with it a vast collection of historical records. The wonderfully creative Meghan has worked to bring some history back to life with her radio documentaries of island residents. Historians she has been working with are doing their best to preserve the past! Sylvia and I couldn't pass up the opportunity to visit this site and get a few sniffs while there.

 "Well, come on in," she said.

 Meghan and Sylvia ran on the beach together. Sylvia barked and ran and wagged her tail the whole way.

 She was so excited to be running on the beach.

 But wait! We can't leave John behind. She came back to get me and we ran together, uniting with Meghan.

 Sylvia trotted right along in her very large, red coat. She sure wasn't cold in the numbing breeze on our walk near Irish Point.

 Sylvia still enjoys one of her favorite stuffed squeeker-animals, the blue dog.