Morning came very early, yet everyone was in remarkably chipper moods.
After a breakfast with exactly enough water (next time we'll remember to turn on the water pump), Frances rowed us ashore for a bit more poking around.
I think the girls had a great time. They certainly seemed happy.
An old foundation. I recently found a document describing the history of Barlett's. The gist of the history was that one family's siblings had divided it up; it was quite inhabited at one point - quite inhabited for an island off an island off Maine.
Frances took this photo. Thank you, Rockefellers, for taking such beautiful care of this island.
And then it was time to get home, unload the boat and wash the camp fire smell out of everything.
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It was a really wonderful night, easily one of our best as a family of four. The combination of room to play and nowhere to be were unbeatable. Maybe we'll become regular campers?!
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