"Another enduring memory of camping on the inlet occurred when a school of squid swam close to the shore and wound up in a big cove that is no longer there. My mother and brother, who were in the water at the time, started screaming and trying to chase them onto the shore. Everyone else in the water was running toward the beach and screaming as well, but they were afraid and couldn’t move quickly enough to get away from the squid. My mother and brother threw every one that they could catch toward the sand while my sister and I put them into buckets. Needless to say, we were all a nice shade of black from the squid ink, but dinner that night was unforgettable." - Carolyn Munaco Haines