One of the advantages of having recurringly visited Hilton Head Island, SC over the past 20 years is that we have acquired – albeit unwittingly – an estimable knowledge of the place. Specifically a grasp of what is within the proximity of Sea Pines where we have perched during our sojourns here. Historically I might have further qualified the acquaintance as being within cycling distance of our habitat for that is normally how we have insinuated the environment. This ambient limitation has however noticeably expanded; which is to say, the variance of my cycling communication has dwindled. This hindrance has in turn arisen by reason of nothing more astonishing than the effluxion of time and predictable human decomposition. While I generally snap my fingers at this predominantly unattractive evolution, I accept too that the constraint is real and not easily overcome. A degree of accommodation is required.