We had gotten under way early in the morning to see the tall ships that were visiting New London, Connecticut. Many of them were still anchored in Long Island Sound when we arrived, so we had a wonderful opportunity to motor around, shooting pictures and taking in the spectacle as the fleet prepared to enter the Thames River.
There’s nothing quite like watching a kid’s face when the rod tip really starts thumping, and he or she realizes they’ve hooked a real live fish this time, not the bottom again.
“I’ve got one! I’ve really got one!”
That’s one of the sweet shouts of summer.
I have a friend who likes to research new places to go in his 26-foot single-diesel pilothouse boat by looking at harbors and measuring distances on Google Earth. “Then I check the charts and go. It’s a great way to find new places,” he says.
“We love the water, and this house is such a fun place to live,” Nora Spradlin says of her home at the confluence of the Coan and Potomac rivers in Virginia. “We have fantastic views of the water from every room in the house (except one bath) because we’re at the end of a point.”
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