The Bay water was a ribbon silk.
It was like moving through silky chocolate.
This unfortunately required a motor.
This was the view out our back window.
A bit of NJ rustic at our stop.
I think of Baydog when I see places like this.
There must be many stories.
Who knew? Can you even get to this by car?
Down the dock
A great group of men!
And away we go . . .
Beside us . . .
It was nothing more than a day heading up
to Martell's for lunch and sailing back home.
It turned into a very memorable and
wonderful day spent with many friends.