We actually spent all our time on the spit - cruised the street a bit, and had a beer at the infamous Salty Dawg. The photos convey little of the appeal of this landmark.
We also decided that it was imperative to sample the seafood. We stopped at an establishment (that will remain nameless) - Marshall had some crab and I sampled eight local oysters.
The establishment will remain nameless, because the oysters ran through me like a hot knife through butter over the next eight hours.