|Pawtuxet Cove from Simple Life's mooring|
After downing a couple of cups of Joe's specialty coffee it was time to drop the mooring line. I said to Joe as we sailed out of the harbor this morning, "You know, as a little girl I dreamed of this moment. Every time my dad and I sailed out of this harbor in his 16 foot Bristol I would watch the big sailboats skimming across the Bay and dream that someday I would live on one and travel wherever I chose."
|The inner cove|