Past the beach is also a wonderful place to sit and think Great Thoughts, or just sit. A little swamp creek runs out to meet it cutting an endlessly shifting course through the sand by the dock and tinting the clear waters of the Lake in wavering, claret-colored clouds. At night, from the very end of the dock the rapid white pulse of the Raspberry Island light and the slow red revolutions of the Devils Island light are both visible. The very end of the dock also happens to be the last place on the island the evening mosquitoes come hunting, making it a lovely spot for dangling your legs, eating Oreos, and watching moonlight sparkle from the dark water, or sailboat mast lights bobbing at anchor in the bay. Not a bad way to end a day.
Days end often finds East Bay abuzz with human activity.
Two individual campsites and a group site cluster at the end of the dock and a second group site is a short walk down the beach. The East Bay campground is, perforce, a convivial sort of place. Solitude seekers should press on to Lighthouse Bay. The East Bay dock staged a veritable theater of the humanities. We enjoyed the show.