It's one thing to know that half of your home stomping grounds have been bought by the state. It's something else to get off the ferry and drive past the mountains of stone, dirt, and metal that are part of creating the new 500-boat marina at the Middle Bass Island State Park. I took numerous photos on my visit last week to document this major event in the island's history.
Heavy equipment and a hill of stone on what was once the island airport with an interesting landing strip, in that it crossed the main road. Car drivers had to be on the alert. The planes, for obvious reasons, had the right of way.
Looking north of My Aunt Irma's.
At the former airport.