Clearly, we've come to a place where the dockside merchants understand a sailor's values.
And then moving on to the other essentials for a coastal weekend: crab cakes and cole slaw at the Crab Claw. (Pope, Amber, Henry, Mark, John).
Ah, the rewards for enduring a sailing trip (my perspective, not Pope's): dark & stormies (the national drink of Bermuda); gentle breezes; sun on your forehead; autumn leaves on the coast.
And late October sunrise over St. Michaels.
Greeting the day through the front hatch at the tony, expensive St. Michaels Marina. We are splurging for our last autumn sail.