Galilee or Jerusalem?.......from K

We are anchored behind a spit of rocks with a lighthouse flashing on the horizon, barely visible through the Monet-like fog. The eerie sound of a foghorn gives a morbidly sense of solace, signaling that we’re near land and also dangerous rocks. I love being in New England.
It has been our first all-day rainy day since we left in July, but as we listen to the threats of Gustave in the south on the Weather channel, this misty, grey day feels most welcome. At least it keeps the biting black flies away. P has a new strategy: Slap and Suck. He slaps the beasts with a flyswatter then sucks up the carcass with our dirtbuster...it's quite an operation!

The cove we’re in is truly tucked between the towns of Jerusalem and Galilee - the metaphors are endless...

This "ghost ship" appeared out of the fog as we were motoring out of Newport. I saw no-one aboard.

Good spot for a lighthouse here!

New drink - "summer home on the rocks"
and make mine foggy.








Newport 12 meter sloops staging for
a regatta in the harbor