This tiny little island in the middle of the Androscoggin River is its own kingdom. It has one tree (although a tiny new one appears to be growing on the other side), a bit of brush, and the rest rocks. Not very much to look at, I'll admit, but I've always been so enchanted with it. I imagine a whole kingdom of the Wee Folk must live there. And why not? No one would ever suspect. It's protected on all sides by the rapid river and its sea monsters, and from the air, it's not even noticeable. It's surrounded by underwater rocks and boulders (you can see one sticking out of the water to the right), so it's treacherous to take any kind of craft out there. It's perfect for one of the last strongholds of the Good Folk. If you were ever to step foot upon this island (and no one ever has), I can assure you that you would return a completely different person, assuming you returned at all. Tiny, little brave island out in the cold river, eking out its existence not because of us but in spite of us.