When my then-girlfriend and I took the job at White Bay Sandcastle in 98, there was still no phone and no electricity. We turned the generator off around 9, Windy Callwood was the sometimes bartender, and 30 people and four boats was a busy day. No one stayed overnight in the Bay. We left the booze on the shelf overnight. A few months later the road came over the hill, the poles went up, and we were suddenly in the 20th century. Now we had phones as well, instead of the VHF radio. The old reservation system was Carol at Red Hook Mail Services calling us on the radio and telling us what our week looked like. Hard to believe that was only 26 years ago.