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On the fourth day of our favorite people’s visit we headed over to the Island where I spent my adolescence.
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There’s no bridge, so a $20 round trip per person boat ticket and a $20 a day parking pass must be purchased. It’s pretty, but no one said it was cheap.
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Waiting on the mainland dock I ducked into the freight shack to check if the initials I carved on the bench in my (misspent) youth were still there.
They were, as was this.
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Russel gets around.
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On the Island we landed at the Stone Pier and rented a golf cart for the day.
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At $330 I almost choked, but walking wasn’t an option.
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Our first stop was the west end where my husband’s mother and stepfather used to live.
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He was a lobsterman and walked right across the road to work.
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You can’t beat that for a short commute.
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This sculpture wasn’t there in my day, but it’s interesting.
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Chandlers Wharf. A pier on the opposite end of the island from where we arrived. The larger Casco Bay ferry from Portland stops here.
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The Island is beautiful.
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Home to roughly 350 year round residents, the population swells to 1,600 in the summer.
Boo to that.
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At 3 1/2 miles long and 1 1/2 miles wide, you definitely feel the difference.
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To be continued….
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