Another short cruise – maybe forty minutes – brought us to the shores of tiny Hope Island. We snagged the only available buoy and set out to circumnavigate our home for the night. This did not take long.
Landing on the southern shore, we walked every trail, explored every nook and still covered less than three miles.
After getting lost in the campground (don’t ask) we came across the old farmstead, now the caretaker’s residence.
A great find, Hope Island. Close enough to reach by kayak, nice camping sites, well-maintained walking paths. Buoys are few, less than the guidebook indicates, but anchorage is good and plentiful.