The Stone from Halfway Rock Revisited

When I was a little boy, my parents bought a cottage on a small island one mile across the New Meadows River from my grandfather's log cabin. Sheep Island had no electricity, no running water, no roads, no cars and no telephones. I felt it was the most wonderful place in the world. My siblings and I quickly learned the ways of the forested islands and the ocean waters of Casco Bay. The lack of modern conveniences on our island added to a constant feeling of adventure. Now, decades later, our lit