The path from the Atlantic side to the gun club was pretty well preserved, too. Hmmm.

What you can't see is the hundreds of biting deerfly that came swarming out of the bushes,eager for my sweet, sweet, blood (I have Type II diabetes, doncha know?)

Still, Mike, and the ever plucky Canadian, Pete, (as well as Chuck, the photographer) braved the gauntlet to cross the isle and see what we could see. Actually, they were quite pleased I came along, as the deerfly were much more attracted to me than them.