After our consumptive night at Oceanside we made our way south to the utter bliss of the public dock at Shelter Island, which is kind of ironic - it's full of nefarious night time comings and goings by a wily band of raggle-taggle boat gypsies who seem to know every rule of every anchorage and manage to circumvent every single one of them. Periodically the police come along at 2AM and bust them for staying illegally on the dock and tell them to move along, but invariably the