Castles in the Sand

If you're a Google Earth Goon and take a look at 13'' 16' 48.25 N 144'' 39' 46.20 E you will see the two circular cement platforms to the right or south of where our home should be. The lot hosting those two platforms is cleared of trees (thereby visible from space) but had otherwise remained undisturbed for the duration of our stay. We returned to our rental after holiday house-sitting for two weeks and there were trucks in the lot, spotlights, a Genie lift and men in hard hats like the end scene of Close Encounters. I noticed the structure but kept hushed so as not to disturb Sloan's fragile sense of domestic stability.

A few hours later she went out for a run and returned with her discovery. We had to see it before it got too dark. We walked over the new and crunchy white gravel the landlord had spread over the driveways. We neared the ditch and low lying shrub that separated our housing area from the next and heard voices. A man was still there in his white hard hat, talking with someone hidden behind a tree. We panicked and ran away.

We approached from the ocean side but the rough coral and recent landscaping (aka. fallen coconut trees) prevented us from getting too close. Sloan said she could just barely see it. The sun had set. We were walking back to The Container when we heared the truck pull out of the lot. We resumed our approach, hopped over the ditch and there it was, like a lopsided grandmother's beige bra'd bust, what the hell is that?

to be continued . . .