We spend the rest of the day trying to get dry & stay that way, which means taking a dryer meant for hair & using it on our clothes & shoes. Then we put more edible animals from the ocean into our bellies to try to generate heat from within & then we get under blankets until it is light again & we then fill our bellies more & walk around more to cliffs above the beach named for the moon. We're searching for the real cave that is in the mother of all books, the cave that was home to the witch that seduced the guy that was on the mother of all odysseys, the vixen-witch that turned his men into swine. It's so windy you can't hear yourself think. I surprise a woodpecker on the path which surprises me as there are no trees on this island for this woodpecker to peck. It's not the first time i've had a serendipitous encounter with a woodpecker—another time when i was living in a home on wheels in a forest with giant trees i stepped out of my home on wheels into the darkness of night & felt something soft & squishy under my foot & when i got a light to see it was a woodpecker, though like that cat in the box with a vial of poison & a hammer, i wasn't sure if the woodpecker was dead or alive before or whether it was dead on account of me stepping on it. Sometimes the natural world is like this—in your eager curiosity to see things you often take a bit of the life out of them. I'm thinking about what this woodpecker means & if it is sent to me as a sign when i come across a series of a few caves up on top of this cliff overlooking the beach named for a moon. If you look carefully you can see the 3 caves in the middle of this photo below, that by virtue of me taking this photo caused some of this cliff to erode (besides being named for the moon, this beach is also now closed because humans were laying on it to collect the sun, when part of the mountain fell on them & brought darkness to their eyes).