Although contiguous, the east end is really a stone's toss of little islands connected by causeways. In some places the distance between the Long Island Sound and Peconic Bay (for crying out loud, go look at a map) is measured in feet.
The most famous connector is affectionately known as "the causeway" that separates the bodies of water with oyster ponds as a buffer. The area is old as dirt, with folks from Salem coming down in
Breaking into that society is a difficult thing...."you don't live here and you haven't been here for 300 years so wadda ya know?" type of thing. This is, unfortunately, the land of "we've always done it this way". That is a shame.
This was once an area of fresh starts, people breaking from the mold, and all that. Not so much any more.
A real shame, let me tell ya'.