Today is Saturday, January 24, 2009 and I have been on this lonely island for almost a week now. All hope of being rescued is vanishing. I think the rest of the world has forgotten about us. Food and water is still in abundant supply, but we are starting to miss our friends and family. Yesterday we saw an airplane flying overhead but by the time I started a signal fire, it was gone! (Of course by the time I got the signal fire going, the campground management had also called the local fire department!!). We spend our days wandering aimlessly, exploring our island. We have seen evidence of other occupants, but we have been afraid to approach the natives. They are different than us and we are afraid they might not be friendly. We will continue to observe them and maybe try to make contact in the future.