A 4x4?

Today my cousins and I took our motorboat out to one of the smaller islands to visit a friend from boarding school. It was absurdly foggy at one point, but we persevered and arrived safely on the other side of the fog bank to our friend, dozens of sheep, and a 4x4. Now, considering how our friend is your typical preppy girl (blonde, thin, and always fantastically coordinated without trying), this struck us as odd. However, she explained that she and her brother, while cruising around Maine, stopped at their island to help her uncle design his new house out there, and the 4x4s were the best way to get around the island which obviously doesn't have any cars on it. We all piled into the cart behind the 4x4 and ended up having a great time cruising around the island. Unfortunately, we had to leave relatively quickly because the tide was changing and the fog was getting thicker. It was ridiculously choppy on our way back to our island, which just made the trip more exciting. My dad went out on our daysailer and was flying around the bay, leaving me quite jealous. Oh well. I still have almost two months left in Maine before returning to my little enclave of higher education for my sophomore year. 

Here's to many more breezy days.