The plan calls for a low impact (boutique) high-end resort with 14 cabanas, a restaurant (ZoZo's), small convenience store, pool, etc. Change is always fraught as you never know where it's headed or when it will land and so there are questions about what will become of our little island, but also comfort in the new neighbors, the Snider family, in whose hands the change lies and whom we met in our November foray after they braved (and I do mean brave) the hill and stopped by to introduce themselves the first morning we were there. From the beginning- Mark called in June to introduce himself soon after making an offer on the property- there has been a great deal of communication and transparancy which is appreciated. And certainly a going concern on the island only broadens the market for a place like ours (broaden of course a very relative term).
Fun to be at the beginning of something... something that will only be clear (and obvious) in retrospect.
The article on ZoZo's opening (thanks Fran) follows and below that, photos from our November '19 visit:
Jeff & Parker (not allowed in grocery store- Parker, that is) wait in the boat while others provision.
The November group... Parker now graduated from mandatory PFD, a big step.
The new dock! So easy loading and off-loading.
No wind. Mill pond. Hot with no breeze, yessiree.
New rec resource- tennis. Courts a bit rough but wide open!
Traditional grocery death march.
Post-tennis cocktails- part of the formula.
Prepping for the all-island supper.
Table set.
Table full. Dan, Fiona, Sniders (Mark, Gwenn, Matt, Annie), Djanga (resort project manager with Matt). Capt Phil absent while healing on St John.
Cabana rebuilt again after this year's storms (this time by Corey and friends).
Reinforcement (knee braces) added by Jeff.
Cabana settin'.
Cabana settin'.
More cabana settin'.
More (sandy) cabana settin'.
Who loves a boat ride? Raise your hand/s! Tira skippering for the week, testing out Lovango independence.
ATV repair 101, recalling how the (dead) batteries were hooked up.
Motor completely removed. Internal gear was rusted. Miracle that it was removed without f'ing it up... even more miraculaous that it was re-mounted and repaired. Higher odds of getting hit by a meteor.
Phone support from Orlando from (ironically) Miami was critical.
Back in action after two years dead (another victim of Irma, if indirectly).
Porch settin' and catching up with Capt Phil who made an appearance to check on things.
Banksy tags Lovango. Two thumbed hand marking the turn around point of the cross-island up-and-over-and-back hardest 2.37 miles on the planet.
Banksy selfie. Paint color seems oddly similar to shutters on the Shit Shack.
Bringing comfort to lost soles ... or flotsam.
Third battery needed some tweaking to get us through the night but seems good now.
