We parked under the trees and walked down to the marina on a bright, clear day. Rows of boats sat in their slips, fishing boats were tied up at the dock with their tall rigging, and the hills across the water were lined with houses.
A visitor in a sun hat stopped at the railing to take photos, and honestly, you couldn’t blame her. Everywhere you looked was a postcard.
No rush, no plan. Just a good day by the water.
