I've never before spent much time out there. All the fun stuff is "in town." But on Christmas Day, Henry took me on a walking tour of Stock Island and it really is lovely. (At least for now, before the proposed marina and hotels are constructed.) But today, three days later, I'm scratching and scratching because I did my wandering and picture taking while wearing shorts and sandals.
|The rich folks and their boats, docked year around|
|A tugboat, a different kind of boat on the working side of the island|
|The as-yet undeveloped area|