I NEVER KNEW there were so many islands in Long Island Sound. Long, stretching, sandy islands, islets, and shoals covered with driftwood, birds, seals, and poison ivy. No mariner’s map demarcated them but they were there, about halfway between Drowned Meadow and Connecticut. Maybe the Navy was using them for bombing practice, just like Nomans Land off the coast of Martha’s Vineyard. I know the islands in Long Island Sound are real though. I saw them when we crossed the sea by ferry on our long journey up into New England and Canada.
When we returned it was a sunny day in Bridgeport and, to my surprise, the harbor was full of cranes and trucks. They were building a bridge to Long Island from Bridgeport, which would now live up to its name. A high, winding four-lane highway to carry car traffic from Connecticut to its younger brother Long Island. There were also pedestrian paths along the sides of this to-be completed highway and I hiked up them with my family. The first third of the Connecticut-Long Island Highway came down on one of the secret isles. Here we paused to rest, picnic, and admire its dreamy, desert-like beaches and nesting terns and cormorants.
north! 