Thursday -- July 2, 1998 -- The Club is OPEN
Tryon Wells has come down to help with the replacement of the lights on the path. One was
burned out but the other appeared to have been broken by a thrown rock. This is possibly
another ramification of the frequent appearances of drinking teenagers on the towpath after
dark. Next time you come down the path, give a glance at the location of these lights and
imagine how Tryon got in position to change them.
Friday -- July 3, 1998 -- The Club is OPEN
Visitors to the Island will notice bark from the Sycamore trees lying about everywhere. Ann
Kipp, a great fan of collecting and using this bark for craft type things, has made a point to
track these occurrences, and notes that it has been three years since this last happened. We
have noticed stranger, new, loud, popping/cracking sounds that we think are the bark popping
off of the trunk before falling.
Saturday -- July 4, 1998 -- The Club is OPEN
Yesterday was a busy day on the Island, with over 110 people logged onto the Island. Today the
weather threatened to rain in the late afternoon, so there were only 58 people logged in.
Monday -- July 6, 1998 -- The Club is OPEN
This morning I spoke to Lt. Watts, commander at the Glen Echo Park Police station, about our
visit last night by late night rowdies. While they were probably harmless teenagers, at about
2300 hrs a large group of loud, drunken sounding youths gathered at the ferry landing steps on
the towpath. This was not alarming, but after about ten minutes they started ringing the bell
and shouting at the island. The lights were on around the Island and on the path down the hill
as visiting relatives had recently returned from downtown. I turned off all the lights and
marched down the walk to speak to them, but by the time I arrived at the ferry they had been
quieted by the sudden darkness, so I sat and listened. Before long I could hear them struggling
up the hill in the dark, much subdued. As I told Lt. Watts, I was calling not because of a
Sunday night party but because it was in fact the second night in a row, that this morning there
was evidence of much cheap wine being consumed on the ferry steps, and because it is starting to
become more frequent than once a week.
Friday -- July 10, 1998 -- The Club is OPEN
The new green plastic table for the deck arrived at 0830 hrs. this morning thanks to Susan
Garbini and Tryon Wells. It is five feet long and should survive the harsh elements for a long
time. Otherwise, the river level is dropping to summer levels and the water is finally
clearing up, so come on down for a refreshing swim.
Monday -- July 13, 1998 -- The Club is OPEN
Last Saturday on the Island there were again two uninvited and unauthorized visitors. The
Caretaker's Wife was sitting out at the end of a long day, after all Members had gone, thinking
she was alone on the Island, when strange voices were heard. Two teenage boys were walking down
the wooden walkway. When challenged by the Caretaker's Wife as to just who they were and how
they had gotten to the Island, they confessed that they had swum over from the towpath side
near the swinging rope. After being informed about the private nature of the Club, the boys
jumped on the ferry as though to take it to the other side by themselves without so much as a
"by your leave."
"And just where are you going with the Island's ferry," said the Caretaker's Wife. "You got
here by swimming and you can leave the same way," and at her prodding they had to jump in the
river and swim to the other side.