Nantucket, The Gray Lady

We were last here in 2016 when our trip was abruptly shortened due to a threatening tropical storm that never materialized in the end. I have some pretty nice photos from then, so I need switch it up a bit and find some new things to blog. Sharing Nantucket with Anthony and Annette made it feel newer, too. I estimate that we have sailed around these southern New England islands at least 12-15 times over the last 20 years, and have included Nantucket as a stop at least a half dozen times.

The edge of the mooring field

We anchored in our usual place near the southeast shore of the harbor, well beyond the moorings. Yes, it is a long ride to the town dinghy dock, but the price is right.

A bit of Nantucket history, for you history buffs – 
Nantucket was discovered in 1602 by Bartholomew Gosnold, an Englishman who sailed from England in a small ship with 32 persons onboard, with Virginia as the intended destination.

In 1966, The National Park Service designated Nantucket as a National Historic Landmark District, calling it the “finest surviving architectural and environmental example of a late 18th- and early 19th-century New England seaport town.” From the mid-1700s to the late 1830s the island was the whaling capital of the world, with as many as 150 ships making port in Nantucket during its peak. Source

Random tidbits of information:

  • Nantucket is a town, a county, and an island.
  • Located about 26 miles from Cape Cod, Massachusetts 
  • 16 miles long, 6 miles wide, just under 50 square miles with 82 miles of beach.
  • Nantucket’s proximity to the Gulf Stream makes the island 10˚ degrees warmer in the winter and 10˚ degrees cooler in the summer than the mainland.  
  • Nearly half of Nantucket Island is preserved as open space.
  • Estimated year-round population is 11,270 in 2019 with a summer population of over 50,000.
  • Estimated median house value in 2013 was $873,954, but Zillow now states it as $1,601,100.
  • Median gross monthly rent in 2013: $1,458.
  • There are no traffic lights on Nantucket.

Nantucket probably takes its name from a Wampanoag (Eastern Algonquian language of Southern New England) word, pronounced variously as natocke, nantaticu, nantican, nautica or natockete, likely meaning “faraway land or island.”

Nantucket was given the name “The Gray Lady of the Sea”  by sailors because of the thick fogs that roll in from the sea and blankets the island.

You will also see “ACK” as a common abbreviated nickname for Nantucket. Why is that? ACK is the Federal Aviation Administration’s official 3-letter code for Nantucket Memorial Airport, taken from letters in the word Nantucket.  

The 32-nautical mile journey from Lake Tashmoo to Nantucket took us just over 4 hours, not bad. Brandt Point Lighthouse greets us as we enter the harbor.

Brant Point Lighthouse, built in 1746, was blown down in 1774, burned and was rebuilt in 1782, burned and was rebuilt again in 1783, and was destroyed in a storm in 1788 and rebuilt.

After settling into our anchorage locations, we wasted no time! We had the whole afternoon! 

The gold dome of the Unitarian Universalist Church is a visible landmark. Built in 1809 as a meeting house for the Second Congregational Meeting House Society. Its bell was brought from Lisbon, Portugal, in 1812. The town clock was placed in the tower in 1823. In 1837 the Second Congregational Meeting House (also known as the South Church) officially became Unitarian.
Houses lining the docks across form the town piers.
The town dinghy dock, always a bit crowded, but there are showers, bathrooms, and a place for trash. From here it is short walk into the center of Nantucket town.
This lovely gentleman looked as though he wanted some company. A very thoughtful guy.
Nantucket, the center of the universe.

We took a bus tour around the island. Yes, we did. We were tourists because it is the easiest way to show the island in a short amount of time. The downside of a bus tour is that it is a tease because you don’t have the opportunity to get out and explore. 

The Jethro Coffin House, built in 1686, is believed to be the oldest residence on Nantucket still on its original site. The island’s English population at the time totaled several hundred, and the native Wampanoag outnumbered them by at least three to one.
The Old Mill, thought to be the oldest operating windmill in the U.S. in its original location, continues to grind corn into cornmeal today as it did in 1746 when it was built.

The bus tour took us out to Siasconset, a separate town with its own post office, about 7 miles from the Nantucket harbor. ‘Sconset is quite charming. Al and I haven’t been out here in years and I think I would like to come back for a longer visit again. 

A blooming rose arbor overlooking the ocean in Siasconset.
A view of the Atlantic Ocean

Sankaty Lighthouse, built in 1850, automated in 1965, and still in operation. It is located at the easternmost point of the island overlooking the Atlantic Ocean in the village of Siasconset. The tower is 60 feet (18 m) high; its lower portion is constructed of brick, and its upper part is granite. It was one of the first lighthouses in the United States to receive a Fresnel lens. 

The ‘Sconset Trust acquired the lighthouse in 2007, and had it moved 400 feet away from the eroding bluff. I managed to catch it with the light on.
The Nantucket Shipwreck & Lifesaving Museum preserves the memory of those Islanders who risked their lives to save shipwrecked mariners.”

“In the 19th Century, hundreds of ships passed by Nantucket Island each day, all navigating without the benefit of modern nautical technology. Unpredictable storms, dense fog and strong currents often caught even the most experienced sailors off guard. Treacherous shoals and inclement weather led to over 700 shipwrecks in the surrounding waters of Nantucket, causing the area to be dubbed “a graveyard of the Atlantic.”

A Nantucket Sunset, after the sun has just gone to sleep. In all of our sailing times, the sunsets here seem to be the best.

The next day, July 16th, was Annette’s birthday. We began the celebrations with a breakfast on Kindred Spirit. How did we not take a photo of that??

I gave Annette a new handwoven towel, designed and woven just for her. Thank you for the photo, Anthony. 😉
A little beach time, just out to Jetties Beach. Warm water, but too much sea weed. The swimming was best back at the boat.

After cleaning up and a rest, we went to shore for a special dinner. Anthony made reservations for Oran Mór Bistro. Oh my, what a dinner it was! Absolutely upscale delicious!

Anthony and the birthday girl Annette standing outside of Oran Mór.
A toast to friendship and the opportunity to celebrate birthdays together.
And us, too.
A quickly snapped photo fo the kitchen as we walked past the window looking into it. We shared a unique appetizer “Foie Gras Black Forest Waffle.” The men had Long Island Duck Breast for an entree. Annette and I had delicious fish dishes. Al and I shared “Our Take on Five” , which was of course, chocolate.

After that edible feast at Oran Mór, we walked around the town so that our eyes could also feast on the amazing floral displays. Every building has a window box or or some other beautiful display.

Whenever we stroll around the streets of Nantucket, mostly window shopping, we stop into Nantucket Looms. Nantucket Looms sells items from local artisans, including painters, potters, wood carvers, basket weavers and jewelry makers that represent the beauty and simplicity of cottage-style living.

Nantucket Looms

In 2009 we visited the shop and were captivated by a framed woven piece under glass with “sea glass” nestled among the threads. It was a wonderful way to display the glass, but alas, that glass was not true sea glass. We inquired about a custom piece sometime in the future. Fast forward to the next summer, 2010. We carried our most favorite sea glass finds (at that time) with us on our sailboat and met with the weaver to create a custom display. She chose specific pieces from our collection and created our own unique and very special weaving of sea glass. One of my treasures.

Our seaglass captured in a weaving by Rebecca Jusko.
Our guys are pretty patient men when it comes to our “window shopping.” So considerate of Nantucket to provide benches.
What a great day we all had! It may have been Annette’s birthday, but we we all enjoyed the celebration. A full moon ended the day and began the night in her honor.

Every morning there were sailing classes for little people and bigger folks. We were close enough to easily hear the instructors on their megaphone, calling out directions, cautions and encouragement.

The sailboats are sorted on floating docks out past the mooring field.
3 little sailing dinghies
Thumbs up!

Our third day was another fully packed day. Annette and I decided to visit the Nantucket Lightship Basket Museum.

The L:ightship Basket Museum doesn’t look like much from this side, but it is a very sweet little museum.

The Lightship Basket Museum  is dedicated to preserving Nantucket’s rich history of basket making as an art form and to provide a permanent home for an exhibit of Nantucket Lightship Baskets, both historic and contemporary. I don’t think I ever realized that these baskets were related to “lightships.”

From the museum – “Lightships were first commissioned in Massachusetts in 1856. These ships functioned as floating lighthouses, providing light to passing ships in dark waters. With so little to do and so much time on their hands, the lightship crews tried their hands at weaving baskets and achieved great skill. The wooden bases were made on shore and the weaving and assembly took place on the ships. The baskets, which became known as “Lightship Baskets,” for obvious reasons, were widely sought after. Most collectors and historians agree that the finest lightship baskets ever made were those made by lighthouse crews in the late 1800s.”  

“There is simply nothing more “uniquely Nantucket” than Nantucket Lightship Baskets.” That is certainly true. Original authentic baskets are one-of-a-kind, handed down through generations, and very, very, very expensive. The Four Winds Craft Guild sells contemporary handmade Nantucket baskets, although not all are baskets. I stopped in there to look. And think. About how much I would like to have this very authentic memento of Nantucket. And I thought. We have wonderful memories of visits to the island, and I adore traditional hand-crafted items that have special meaning. Decision? Why not?

I chose the smallest item, a vase with a cobalt blue glass interior. No regrets.

Off to the next event – a visit to Cisco Brewery. While we waiting for the free shuttle that takes you out there, the skies opened up earlier than we expected, much earlier.

A little rain never hurt anyone…… It’s worth the wait in the downpour, right?

This business venture began as a winery, Nantucket Vineyard, in 1981, next added Cisco Brewery in 1995, and finally distilled spirits at the Triple Eight Distillery in 2000.  The three are actually separate businesses, each with its own building set around an outdoor picnic plaza, with food trucks.

We opted for a tasting tour.

Tasting a sauvignon blanc
The beers are the best part – Whale’s Tale, Gray Lady Ale
A stainless steel tank that is shipped back and forth from the mainland with the selected grapes in it.
The “lab” stuck in a corner of the warehouse. This isn’t a fancy operation, at all.
We are certainly enjoying our little tour, in spite of dodging raindrops.
Triple Eight Distillery makes vodkas, but it is now famous, as in best in the U.S. and 2nd world-wide, for “The Notch”, an 8-year old and also a 12-year old single malt whiskey. I don’t drink hard alcohol, but from I understood, it can’t be called “Scotch because it isn’t made in Scotland, so they named it “The Notch” which means “not scotch.” I thought it tasted awful, especially at a cost of $400 and $800 per bottle.
Nantucket Lobster Trap food truck
Bacon wrapped scallops, lobster roll, soup, sliders..
If these are the crowds on a dreary Wednesday afternoon, can you imagine a nice day??
Oh my, I almost forgot to mention that we had ice cream in Nantucket! Can you believe that? Very good ice cream, too. This is Al with an ice cream eating statue. How very appropriate.

Last thoughts for this much too long blog post about our three days on Nantucket — Everyone has heard the first line of the infamous limerick, “There once was a man from Nantucket,” but most of the versions aren’t suitable for normal conversations. The series of original limerick exchanges began in 1924 with a published (and cuter) version in the Princeton Tiger:

There once was a man from Nantucket
Who kept all his cash in a bucket.
    But his daughter, named Nan,
    Ran away with a man
And as for the bucket, Nan tuck it.

We crammed a lot into those three days, and still left much to be explored and enjoyed. As it should be.

Kindred Spirit, anchored in Nantucket harbor

Lake Tashmoo, a Peaceful Harbor

We left Cuttyhunk bright and early at 7 am on July 13th to head to Lake Tashmoo on Martha’s Vineyard, a 15-nautical mile journey. The safest and easiest passage between the Buzzards Bay side of the Elizabeth Islands and Vineyard Sound is Quicks Hole Passage is between Pasque and Nashawena Islands, two more Elizabeth Islands. 

A sailing Moody 46 passed both of us as we traveled up Vineyard Sound. As we conversed over the VHF, her captain admitted that he was motor sailing, but still………. Well, none of us expected to trade our sails for speed when we bought these trawlers. We prefer the slower pace so that we can pause and smell the sea air.

Lake Tashmoo became a favorite stop on our cruises many years ago, but is now a must-do so that we can visit with our friend, Colin who lives on his boat, Tortuga, her in Lake Tashmoo during the summer months. We met Colin in 2016 here in Lake Tashmoo. That story is part of my OPB blog post. 😉

Colin and Tortuga
Lake Tashmoo is so protected and peaceful that we were able to raft both boats together in the designated anchorage, which is on the smaller side.
The shore was not far from the boat.
I noticed this sailboat anchoring nearby. Love the name, Nautilus, and the graphic , which combines my love of sea shells and my former mathematical side.
We invited Colin and the Magnolia crew over for dinner on Saturday evening. A very enjoyable meal with good friends!
Such a peaceful place.
Tashmoo has a sizable geese population.

The three guys spent a good part of the visit discussing various boat projects, especially future ones for Tortuga.

What more can I say? Kenneth Grahame must have known our guys.
Annette and I have our own projects to keep us busy. While the men mess about in their boats, we got together to weave and crochet. Sorry, no crocheting pictures.
No, he is not passed out or away, just napping. Messing about in boats can be quite exhausting. (I don’t think Al will appreciate this photo.)

Colin is always a generous host to those of us passing through on the Vineyard, giving us a ride and showing us things we might not otherwise have an opportunity to see. He loaned us his car for a grocery run into Vineyard Haven. Cruisers always appreciate an easy grocery run!

Walking up the road from the Tashmoo dock.
Another ice cream moment. Al is not alone on this excursion – Anthony took the photo. I think this is Bernie’s in Vineyard Haven.
Annette and I gave Colin a mini-FaceBook tutorial.

The next morning was another early morning departure,  Nantucket bound. Did I already mention this might be a whirlwind cruise?

Leaving Tashmoo, Al is washing down the anchor chain. Magnolia ahead.
Tashmoo channel – Many boaters are wary of this narrow and shallow channel, with good reason. You need to be cautious and know your draft.
This year the osprey family was home in their nest by the side of the channel.
Tashmoo Beach on the eastern side of the channel.
Rounding West Chop, we had the current with us – 11 knots of speed!! We are on our way to Nantucket.

Along the way, the seas were calm enough and the sun was on the right side of the boat (meaning giving it the right light, not meaning “starboard,” although it was in fact both the starboard and the right light) to take a few photos of Magnolia underway. Anthony requested some new photos for a new boat card. I was their previous boat card photographer for S/V Magnolia while in the Bahamas. You know, Captains, if you didn’t change boats you wouldn’t need new cards (and that might be an inside joke for you know who.)

Is this THE one?

Block & Cutty

On July 10th, after a 3-day return home for a commitment, we made our second departure from Shennecossett to head out again and meet up with Magnolia at Block Island. We only spent one night at Block before heading eastward, so there isn’t much to write about, especially since I have blogged about BI several times in the past. Our goal for this summer to show Anthony and Annette some of New England’s treasures that they may have missed on previous journeys north. It’s going to be a whirlwind!

A very calm departure through Fishers Island Sound.
BI New Harbor – not July 4 but still pretty busy.
Block was just a quick stopover to meet Magnolia, and we both managed to find an anchor spot on the east side.
Evening ice cream run to Champlins. Photo by Anthony who is also on the same ice cream run. Of course!
Coast Guard training boats, 2 boats per mooring. Arctic Tern and Stormy Petrol with crew aboard.
Off we go the next morning at 7:30 am.
Block’s northern point in the early morning light.

It took us 5 hours to travel the 36 nautical miles from Block to Cuttyhunk at an average of 7.2 knots. I remember the days when it would take 8 hours in the sailboat.

The biggest event of the trip was passing Morning Cherry, an anchored EUKOR cargo ship.
Krogens on the left, Krogens on the right…… Now that we know a Kadey Krogen (that would be Magnolia) we see them everywhere. Just like when you get a new car they seem to be all over the roads. Magnolia on the right and a rare sailing Kadey Krogen on the lower left.

We always anchor in the outer harbor at Cuttyhunk, rather than take a $45 inside mooring, as long as the conditions are safe for that decision. With our 77 pound Rocna anchor, it isn’t a hard decision today. Al chose his old anchor spot near Pease Ledge……

Kindred Spirit anchored just off the rocks of Pease Ledge, visible as the tide goes down.
It makes me just a bit nervous anchored that close to the rock ledge, so we monitor our position with the GPS. The purple is the shallows near the ledge and the green squiggly blob is Kindred Spirit’s movement on anchor over 24 hours. OK, looks safe enough. 😉
Morning sailing classes in the outer harbor. As you can see, it was an overcast gray day here.
Al always has time for a project.

Dan and Marcia on Cutting Class were working their way westward towards home. Perfect timing for a get-together as our paths crossed.

Dinner on Magnolia. The gang’s together!
We aren’t chocolate junkies…… much.

I’ve already done a blog post on Cuttyhunk from last year’s summer trip, so I’ll try not to repeat too much.

The next morning, another foggy gray beginning, we shared our tradition of breakfast at the Cuttyhunk Fishing Club with Anthony and Annette.

Cuttyhunk Fishing Club’s street entrance and garden bottle decor.
Glad to see the lawn planters are still there. 🙂
Rustic quaint interior.
Al and Anthony at our breakfast table on the porch.
It is actually an inn – The Cuttyhunk Fishing Club Family Bed and Breakfast.
Sitting on the log overlooking the water.

After breakfast, we need to work off the calories so we head up to the highest point.

Anthony and Annette on a “street” in Cuttyhunk.
And the two of us.
Sweet scene
Bits of art along the way
Cuttyhunk Elementary School – with deliveries on the wall.

The views from the lookout are quite foggy.

The grayness lifted enough to see our boats in the harbor. We are 2nd from left and Magnolia is on the right.
The guys are strolling back down the road from the top.

We had to show Anthony and Annette the pizza place, “Sopranos”, although we have never eaten there.

A view of Sopranos
The outdoor dining room, up close.
The Blues Brothers (or Quadruplets?)

The day brightened to a nice warm glow. Al generously took Annette and I to the beach for a walk, and hopefully some sea glass finds.

Now that I have to wear compression all the time I needed a way to get from the dinghy to the beach without soaking these expensive fashion statements. Solution – My little yellow boots, courtesy of Crocs!

There was only a few bits of sea glass to be found; not like the old days….. so we walked over to the other side. Nothing there either.

An old barge?
The only interesting things on the beach…….

Later in the day, there is Kindred Spirit, with rain showers in the distance. Thanks for the nice photos, Anthony!

Moving on to Lake Tashmoo tomorrow.

FISHERS ISLAND, New York (but shouldn’t it belong to Connecticut?????)

It’s been a very long time since I wrote a blog post, over a year. I made a conscious decision to only blog when there was something new or different to describe. That certainly doesn’t mean that there has been nothing new or different in our lives, it only means that I couldn’t necessarily relate it to boating or travel (and life often gets in the way of writing blogs.)

We had a long stretch of rainy and chilly weather here in New England which made it feel as though our boating season would never begin. But by late June we were ready to begin our summer cruising with Magnolia who arrived here to join us. Magnolia sat on our mooring ball out at Avery Point while her crew took a road trip to a family event in Michigan. 

Magnolia sitting peacefully on our mooring ball and awaiting her crew’s return (under our watchful eye.)

Upon their return and after both a cookout with friends at Shennecossett and a get-together on Magnolia (and why did we all forget to take photos of that???), our boats were ready to get underway. We had to make it a short and interrupted beginning to the longer cruise due to a commitment back at home, so we chose West Harbor on Fishers Island as a first stop. 

Fishers Island is sooo close to us — less than 5 miles from our dock to West Harbor. An easy and quick overnight or day trip when you don’t have much time. And yet when you return, you really do feel like you have been away.

We decided that West Harbor would actually be a good destination given the July 4th holiday craziness on the water as well as our time/distance constraints. And Magnolia had never been there.

The Dumplings are two tiny islands just outside of West Harbor, Fishers Island. North Dumpling is owned by Dean Kamen, an inventor whose projects include the insulin pump, an all-terrain wheelchair, portable water purification systems and robotic prosthetic limbs……and the Segway, a self-balancing electric scooter. Kamen and North Dumpling’s quirky story has been featured in an article, “Welcome to the Secret Island of an Eccentric Genius.”

North Dumpling

South Dumpling is uninhabited, but has a little history of its own, as described by Robert Anderson, Jr. whose family owned the island from 1964 -1980. South Dumpling is now held in a land trust, the Avalonia Land Conservancy, Inc.

South Dumpling

For the 15 years that we have made the 5 mile trip, the one thing I always look for is the sea wall painted with the words, “Where the Wild Things Are.”  I ponder about what prompted the idea and imagine the laughter and enjoyment that the family must have had as they engaged in the project.

The view of “Where the Wild Things Are” from the boat as we enter the harbor. Love the book!
A closer look at the wall. Top photo is 2015; bottom photo is 2019. I wonder if there are plans to repaint any time soon?
Kindred Spirit anchored
Magnolia anchored with a sailing race in the background.

After settling in, the warm July 4th weather called for a dinghy ride around the harbor to check out the sights and see what’s new. For a small harbor there is a lot to see.

A very busy little beach on the harbor.
Double POPEYEs or POPEYE squared? Combo ferry/charter boats that run from Noank, CT to Fishers Island, NY.

The harbor is lined with lovely old family homes, docks, and boats.

BD Remodeling & Restoration. The boat in front is named “Baby Doll”. Could that be the “BD”?
Pirates Cove Marina
Back at the boat, the 68 degree water actually felt ok in the July heat.
The crews of Kindred Spirit and Magnolia enjoy dinner together at the end of our first day.
Good night, Fishers Island

We slept well and awoke to……………… uh oh… The next day didn’t “dawn” at all until very late in the morning. This thick fog overlaid West Harbor and well across the southern New England islands.

That is all I could see of the harbor edge.
Magnolia is shrouded in a wet foggy blanket.

The fog departed very slowly, and by early afternoon we were rewarded with a sunny warm day – the four of us jumped into the dink for a visit to the island.

The fireworks barge arrived for the evening’s display. We were stopped just as we left the boat by the local patrol boat to inform us that Kindred Spirit “might” be a little too close to those festivities for comfort. OK, then! Back onboard for a quick repositioning farther out in the harbor.

Fishers Island provides a dinghy dock right at the yacht club for people to use and come ashore (take the hint, SYC?)

Fishers Island dinghy dock (in May, not July.)
Fishers Island Yacht Club decked out for the 4th of July. Awesomely decorated corn hole games on the lawn, too.

A few geographic facts about Fishers Island:

  • about 9 miles long and 1 mile wide, located at the eastern end of Long Island Sound
  • 2 miles off the southeastern coast of Connecticut across Fishers Island Sound.
  • 11 miles from the tip of Orient Point, Long Island
  • 2 miles from Napatree Point, Rhode Island

And yet the island is part of the town of Southold in Suffolk County in the state of New York. 

About 250 people live year-round on the island but the population swells to about 2,000 during peak summer weekends. In 1930 the population reached a peak of 1500, split between year-round residents and Fort Wright personnel. The closure of the last hotel in 1941 and of Fort Wright in the late 1940’s resulted in a dramatic decrease in year-round residents.

Fishers is a quiet place. The wealthy families that have spent generations summering here and the year-round residents want to keep it that way. There are no hotels, only one restaurant and one small cafe, one liquor store, two gift shops, an ice cream store and a grocery store. There are two private clubs, Hay Harbor and Fishers Island Club, that provide a social life for members and offer world class golf. I read an article that Fishers Island is known as the “anti-Hamptons” and is proud of it.

This small stretch is literally the “center”.

Our primary goal for the afternoon was to enjoy ice cream. Al and Anthony need regular infusions. “Toppers” is the little ice cream shop with a dog theme. Yes, a dog theme. It’s a cute idea, but the flavors all have clever names that make it a little hard to know what you are getting without a closer look.

Eager ice cream buyers! Annette made a thoughtful observation that having your ice cream in a cone is better for the environment, better than single-use plastic cups.
Flavors such as “Dobermint”, “Killer Canine”, “Mound Hound”, “Milkbone”, “Pedigree Paws”, “Muddy Dawg”, “Puppucino”
Toppers 2015 on the left and Toppers 2019 on the right, with a fresh paint job.
The Beach Plum is a charming gift shop in the old firehouse building. Lots of lovely (and expensive) items and many with a Fishers Island motif.
It’s nice of the Beach Plum to provide comfortable chairs for the guys while Annette and I checked out the merchandise.

We walked up the road to The Henry L. Ferguson Museum. After wandering around the displays of photos and artifacts from Fishers Island history, we found ourselves conversing with the director, Pierce Reynolds. This man knows his island history and is very adept at sharing the facts and fables of Fishers.

The Henry L. Ferguson Museum and Director Pierce Reynolds.

Here was my chance! Why, why is Fishers Island part of New York and not Connecticut?????? The question has bothered me for years. What’s the story, Pierce?
Here is the short version —

The Pequot Indians called Fishers Island “Munnawtawkit.” In 1614, the Dutch explorer, Adrian Block, discovered the island and named it Visher’s Island. 

In 1640, John Winthrop, Jr. son of the famous Governor Winthrop, the founder of Boston, obtained grants for Fishers Island from the Massachusetts Bay Colony and the Connecticut General Court in 1641. Winthrop hoped to secure his rights to the island by applying to both colonies because the boundaries of these new colonies were somewhat fluid and had not been fixed yet.

In 1657, when Winthrop became governor of Connecticut, he had included Fishers Island, where he owned the land. But, in 1664 a land patent granted to the Duke of York, brother of King Charles II, included all islands in Long Island Sound — apparently giving Fishers Island to the Province of New York. 

Fishers Island remained in the Winthrop family of Connecticut until 1863, in spite of the change from Connecticut to New York, when ownership passed to Robert R. Fox, and then to Edmund and Walton Ferguson, also of Connecticut.

In 1879, a joint commission from Connecticut and New York officially settled the CT-NY dispute by affirming that New York would have legal title to Fishers Island. In return, Connecticut then received full title to the Fairfield County panhandle, which intrudes into New York’s Westchester County.

And yet, and yet…..Fishers Island’s zip code is 06390, corresponding to Connecticut zip codes that begin with “06”, while other residential zip codes in New York State begin with “1”. Hmmmm. Pierce says that is for expediency since the mail is contracted to come from the Connecticut coast because there is no public transportation from anywhere else.

So there you have it.

Behind the museum is a path that leads to a Wildlife Sanctuary.
The museum hosts many activities and learning opportunities. A children’s session created “fairy houses” which we noticed as we walked down to the wild life sanctuary. Cute, but the fairies must have been hiding or napping.
Tunnel-like passages created from overhanging branches
A quiet pond, still and blanketed by a covering of algae.
Beside the algae pond is a statue of a mama heron and two babies. The only statue in the sanctuary.
Very cool tree. And a cool guy, too. 😉

We walked around a small section of the western end of the island, the only really public part of Fishers. Some of the sights —

First home on the road up from the docks.
The double Adirondack chair always looks inviting (except for that splat of bird doo on the top edge…..)
Over all the years of walking up this road past the ball field, there has never been a game in progress.
The doctor’s office
I’ve always loved the way this white house sits and overlooks the field.
Typical Fisher Island homes with lots of old charm.
The Red Barn Art Gallery. It has never been open when we walk past.
The Pequot Inn, the only restaurant on the island. We really wanted to have pizza and a cold beer, but it was 4 pm and the Inn doesn’t open until 5 pm. We will keep this on our future to-do list!
St. John’s Episcopal Church, one of the four island churches.
Honeysuckle, day lilies, a sculpted duck, and a severed tree limb that left a heart in its place.
This is an image you see EVERYWHERE on Fishers – on clothing, dishware, placemats, jewelry, and yes, on cars. Fisherites clearly identify with their island and are proud to say so.
The Fishers Island decal is on 90% of the cars on the island. If you just glance at it, it can appear to be a spot of peeling paint.
This pink stretch limo was an unusual sight as it pulled up in front of The News Cafe.
How did it fit on a ferry???

The Fishers Island fireworks were Friday evening’s entertainment. A boat is the best place to watch a fireworks’ display. Especially after you re-anchor farther away.

As the sky darkened we could see the barge just over the sailboat.
They might be a bit too close……
The only two respectable photos I took of the show. If you are a fan of fireworks and can’t get enough, here is a link to a short video of that evening. Video seems to be a better way to capture the movement, the explosions, and the sounds of a fireworks display.

Sailing races are frequently held in West Harbor as part of the Fishers Island Yacht Club activities. We had great spectator seats from our boat as racers passed by, sometimes quite closely. We may have gone to the “dark side” but we still appreciate sails filled with wind, silently propelling a boat across the water.

Sometimes the moments before sunset are just as lovely as the sunset.