“Nothing, as far as I know. Nothing habitable, anyway; might be some ruined buildings from way back when there were fishermen and trappers on the islands. All I’d expect to find there is just sand and rocks and trees, and the grass strip runway on the north end of the island.” He turned his attention away from the open lake in front of him for a moment. “If you get in some kind of trouble, might be best to get there to get rescued, if you can. Best to go along the western shore until you find it; it’s a little ways inland on the east side, and you might not see it through the trees. There probably won’t be anybody there, but if a Coast Guard chopper had to land, that would be the best spot. Plus, you’d be a lot easier to spot.”