25 miles later, we are back at the campground. A 20-minute ferry ride takes us to Kellys Island for the afternoon, where the roam about until dinnertime.
Next destination: Chicago.
How in the hell do I start this up?
The only grocery store on the island.
Rush hour on Kellys Island.
Glacial grooves on the island.
Laura the tourist.
Francesca the tourist.
View of the inland.
View of the outland.
Francesca's first time driving ... and last.
Much better.
Apparently, this islander loves woodcarving.
All of a sudden a deer emerges from the woods and pays little attention to us, just a few feet away.