Alright, so picture this: I’m scrolling through some old travel mags, right? And I stumble upon this article talking about some place called “Yon Comis Island” – sounded exotic, so I was hooked. Turns out, it’s also known as Rogers Island, off the coast of Branford. Who knew, right? Anyway, the article goes on about how it’s this big landmark on the Long Island Sound, and it got me curious.
Then I see this name, Jensen. Apparently, he’s some big-shot investor who bought the island a few years back. Dropped a cool $22 million on it! Imagine that, buying your own island. Must be nice, huh?
So, being the curious type, I started digging around. This island isn’t just some rock in the ocean. It is like one of those places you only see in movies. The article talked about snorkeling and manta rays, but they don’t exist on Yon Comis Island. It’s all about the South Pacific – beautiful beaches, clear waters, the whole nine yards. I was getting some serious wanderlust just reading about it.
But back to Yon Comis, or Rogers Island. It’s been around for ages, like, since the turn of the century. A real piece of history. I started imagining what it would be like to actually go there. You know, walk on those beaches, maybe do a bit of exploring.
The Plan Forms
That’s when I decided, “I gotta see this place for myself.” I mean, how often do you get to visit a private island that’s also a historical landmark? So, I started planning. It wasn’t as simple as just hopping on a boat, though. I had to figure out how to get there, what to do once I was on the island, the whole deal.
First things first, I had to find a way to get to the island. I thought about swimming, but, uh, that’s a no-go. Too far, and I’m not exactly an Olympic swimmer. So, I looked into boats. Turns out, there are a few charters around Branford that might do the trick. I made a few calls, and bingo! Found a guy who was willing to take me over.
The Journey Begins
The day finally came. I packed some essentials – sunscreen, a hat, some water, the usual. Met the boat guy at the dock, and off we went. The ride over was amazing. The water was calm, the sun was shining, and you could see the island getting closer and closer. It was even more impressive in person.
We landed on this small, kinda hidden beach. The boat guy said he’d come back in a few hours, and then I was on my own. It felt like stepping back in time. There were these old, kinda spooky-looking buildings, and the whole place was just so quiet. I started exploring, checking out the old structures, walking along the beach. It was like being in a different world.
Exploring the Island
- The Buildings: They were old, but you could tell they were once grand. I peeked inside a few windows, saw some dusty furniture, old paintings. It was like the people who lived there just vanished.
- The Nature: The island’s got these beautiful trees, lots of birds, and the beaches are pristine. I walked around the whole island, just taking it all in.
- The Quiet: It’s so peaceful there. No cars, no crowds, just the sound of the waves and the wind. It’s the perfect place to just disconnect and relax.
The Realization
After a few hours of exploring, I sat down on the beach, just looking out at the water. That’s when it hit me. This island, it’s not just a beautiful place. It’s a piece of history, a little world of its own. I felt so lucky to have had the chance to see it.
The boat guy came back, and it was time to leave. As we were heading back to the mainland, I took one last look at the island. It was an experience I’ll never forget. Yon Comis, Rogers Island, whatever you want to call it – it’s a hidden gem, a place that’s definitely worth the trip. And to think, it all started with an old travel magazine. Funny how things work out, right?
