She had planned on swimming out to it the next morning but I proposed to go there in a boat. The rain let up while we were pumping up the raft.

The swivel mechanisms that held the sculptures to their anchors were beginning to corrode and break apart.

There used to be ten islands of bright plastic spheres. Now we could only find two.

One more seemed to have drifted away from the pack and was stuck in the shallow water close to the bank.

We were worried that the sharp armature underneath the islands might puncture the boat, but McKendree managed to check the anchor of each one while holding us away.