It is also still very chilly with the wind blowing off the ocean, and we can barely enjoy the classic intrigue. We decide to head back to our camp site and get set up & have dinner before the sun sets. While we were out and about, a large group of fellow campers had set up camp at the Yurt next to our site. They had drug the picnic table from our campsite over to theirs, assuming, we suppose, or perhaps just hoping, that no one was or would be camping in our site.  While we are getting the VW Microbus level on the parking space and beginning to set up camp, the neighbors bring the table back. Apparently they do not speak much English as they are using sign language and making friendly gestures of apology.  At first we are a bit perturbed that they just helped themselves to our table, but with their immediate return of the table and their genuinely friendly attempts to apologize – we realize it is not a big deal. And besides, with the wind blowing so hard — it seems stronger than ever, and colder as the sun is setting, we decided we will not be using the table anyway. So we attempt our own gestures of friendship to communicate that they are welcome to the table after all! They seem appreciative and don’t hesitate to drag it back, putting it to use immediately.