Our first option for anchoring didn't work out. The plan was to anchor between several islands in a spot that would offer good all around protection. When we got there, that spot was full of mooring balls, so we moved outside to a spot that would offer protection from the direction of the forecast wind. The winds were light, and it all worked out fine.
The Thimble Islands are clusters of granite rock that don't belong on Long Island Sound. 10,000 years, 1 month, 2 weeks, 5 days, 10 hours, 20 minutes, and 10 seconds ago (as of this writing), glaciers moved this rock from Maine to where they sit now. In anticipation of global warming, brought on by the future settlement of North America by the white man, the glaciers melted, leaving little islands for rich white men to live on.
These islands are pretty cool. Some of the islands get their electricity via underwater cables, and some use a large array of solar panels. The only way for residents to get to the mainland is by boat. The best part is the dogs don't track sand into the house after they go for a swim.
This wise man built his house upon a rock.
Zak at the Thimbles.
After we were comfortable that the anchor was holding, we took the dinghy to the small town of Stony Creek. After eating some great pizza (the only place in town open for dinner), we walked around some. We found a short trail that was quite pretty.
You can see some of the Thimbles in the background.
The next morning we were to leave the Thimbles and head back to Manhasset Bay to meet up with Sarah, Will, and 6 week old Holden (Sarah is Zak's daughter). They were making the long drive up from Virginia to see Zak. There was a chance of bad weather, so we had an alternate rendezvous point at Oyster Bay, which is a few hours closer.
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