Speechless we stared into a valley a thousand feet or so below us. There between the dappled sunlight, which came down in late afternoon shafts, was a strangely private looking scene of outstanding natural beauty, with deer grazing happily. It was like looking back into another time or, more specifically, like one of the stories I’d read about when Geronimo took to the mountains and hid from the federal forces in a secret valley.
Introductory Issue. Where I met bandleader Spencer Davis, among a bunch of other artists, mostly painters. The island is mostly a nature reserve and has a unique history, feel and character, in part because there are practically no cars on the island, only golf carts and there are a lot of them, which you can rent by the day or the hour.