“So throw off the bow lines, sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.” ~ Mark Twain
Sailboats moaned against dock lines, water lapped against hulls, and halyards pinged against masts in the dark.
“It feels, to me,” she said, “like the heart of the Adirondacks.”
And it did. It does.
We stood a while and enjoyed the falling evening. Sailboats moaned against dock lines, water lapped against hulls, and halyards pinged against masts in the dark.
Tomorrow we hope to sail.