We passed our time fighting off biting deerflies and wandering over to the Atlantic side of the island. There we met Officer Lance, a really nice guy who told us we couldn't have a fire on our side of the island* (where we were sleeping) but who did take the bags of trash we had picked up - Paul Moffitt was adamant that we leave the island better than we had found it.

*Note to Bill: Don't ask the cop "If we wait until you leave, will it be OK to have a fire then?" Geez!