Leaving Fire Island

The island hasn't changed one iota since I visited it as a little girl 40 years ago. There are no cars, so everyone bikes to and fro. Or walks, toting their belongings behind them in a wagon, which they tie up by the dock when they head for the mainland. Saltaire is particularly low stim -- "downtown" consists of a tiny general store and a village hall where you can connect to the Internet. This is literally the only town I've ever been where I sleep with the doors unlocked. What's a miscreant going to do: burgle my house, load the good silverware onto a wagon and then wait for the first ferry out of here?

Although I do like this photo, I posted mainly because I didn't want my only blip from Fire Island to be about nearly drowning.