With our work day done I allowed myself a moment to relax. I took off my thick protective gloves and leaned back and took it all in. I looked to shore and panned from the cliff point to the river, along the beach that I had walked so many times and claimed as my own. Past Rooms where I knew Jamaica Rob would be starting his sentinel duties at the wall greeting newbies and hugging old friends. I could make out the colour of terra cotta, from Charela, until the familiar blue of Treehouse, where I was sure my wife was enjoying her breakfast without me. Was she looking out to sea, thinking of her warrior on the waves? Or was she contemplating her omelet choices. The latter I'm sure. Gail would have beached her ride after hosting another paddle board expedition. The manicured beaches of the All inclusives led to the point and Boobie Cay. An impressive panorama of both nature and people.