Whales have summered here      Before the Wampanoag,      And long after us.

    Beautiful swimmers,     Rust-colored and mad as hell.     Tasty summer treats.

     Horseshoe crabs amble,      Waves of weakfish hit the bar.      Springtime on the Sound.

     A spring tradition     w ith family and friends     c harges the batteries.

Our footprints were the only ones on the lake aside from the coyote tracks we followed to our spot. It was a deliberate walk in single file,...