It rained last night, soft rain with a sleepy sound. I awoke and closed the side flaps of the tent and fell back into sleep. Breakfast at 7 began the day before riding to the campground beach.
Touring some gravel roads and a lighthouse at the end of the island was the result of a wrong turn.
We stop at a market with a deli to buy lunch to bring down to the pier. We eat on the wharf and watch the tide.
Now off to the Franklin Delano Roosevelt cottage.
Back at the campsite we shower and eat. A campfire brings the day’s end.