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One thing we all like to do was walk the beach and explore the island. Our only modes of transportation was walking or the two bicycles we kept in the garage. These bicycles looked like something you would find in a time capsule from the Fifties. We were glad to have them though. I guess at one time the crews used to have a Jeep, but somebody before us, rolled it over and that was the end of that. The island itself has a very rich history. At several location around the island there are these old Battery Bunkers from its Fort Terry days. Sorry, there were no Area 51 aliens there either. Nor the ten foot chickens I heard rumors of. They were interesting structures though. We also visited the grave stone of Col. Gardner. He died in the late 1700's, I do not recall the exact date on the head stone. We think he visited us too. It was late one night and we were all watching TV in the livingroom. Suddenly, we heard two loud metal crashing sounds. We knew exactly what the distinct sound was, the steel hatch in the floor through which you entered the Lantern Room. We immediately went up to investigate and found the steel hatch open. I can�t say for sure, but I think we all slept in the livingroom that night. |
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Close to the Lighthouse was a rather large pond. It was a cold winter that year, so Mark and I decided we would clear it off and try a some ice skating. After a couple hours of shoveling snow and some feeble attempts at skating, we determined the ice was just too rough to skate on. Oh well... it was a good idea anyway. |
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Walking the beaches was always enjoyable. We would find all kinds of things washed up on shore. One time Jim and I found a message in a bottle. The letter inside was from a High School studying northeast ocean currents. So we typed them up an official looking letter explaining where we had found it and sent it back. Probably our favorite thing to find washed up on shore was Lobster Pots (traps). The pots could not be returned to their owners due to the quarantine, so instead of them just being destroyed, we set out a few in the little harbor there on the island. Before or after work, we would ride our bicycles down to the harbor and work the pots. We kept a little row boat there to use. I think we only had one oar. That was a challenge. Actually, we did quite well. We had a freezer half full of lobster. |
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