Everybody (Mike, Tracy, Brian and Johnna) is here, cars are rented, groceries are purchased and we head for the ferry and our home for a week, Cinnamon Bay Campground in Virgin Islands National Park.  As we had been forewarned, the ferry line is long and slow moving.  The view is nice and they have a little bar that offers a bit of a diversion during the wait.  There is a little drama as patience grows thin (Jeep drivers seem to feel a bit entitled).  The crossing consumes about 4 hours and pushes us to an after dark arrival at camp.  We are firmly on island time now.

Camp check in is a bit rocky but the security guard comes to the rescue to point us toward our tents and find us some linens. We scattered to our respective digs and crash for the night with the sound of the crashing waves and singing tree frogs filling our ears