One crazy thing about Harbor Island, is how friendly the people are.
I mean seriously, they are super friendly.
Almost everyone without exception greats you as you pass them on the street.
As we drive our little cart around, people go out of their way to say good morning.
My wife looks like the Grand Marshall of a parade as she returns waves from the locals.
It's also very very cool.
The woman pictured below with my wife is Brenda.
She told us she remembers when the tree behind them
was a sapling.
A rented boat out to the "Rock" provided great snorkeling.
Our own little path to the beach.
There's no fighting for beach space here.
This little shanty is a regular stop for us many days.
Grouper for me and peas and rice and plantains for Mary Ellen
Watching this is a great way to end each day.