Last Day on Monhegan – Sally Woolf-Wade September 12, 2010 Marjorie Mir LAST DAY ON MONHEGAN Columbus Day, 2002 The mist dribbles down, heavy with salt stirred around by wind from the East scooped up from spray on White Head, Black, Burnt Head and Lobster Cove. Surf explodes skyhigh like geysers with shuddering, thunderous terror. A child and her father run down the road in haste to board the Elizabeth Ann the girl’s yellow poncho behind her like butterfly wings catching the wind. A fog curtain descends between us and the mainland the final day of the visitors’ season. The island heaves a sigh of relief. Sally Woolf-Wade .