View from the porch to the left.
Waking up to the sound of the river through an open window will always be the loveliest way to wake up. I swear I sleep better here than any place in the world.
Trying out the new sail.
My camera's fighting with me right now, and won't give up pictures of the river and house at sunset, which is sad because they're gloriously pink/purple and serene. But I'm not giving up.
There's a chalkboard in the house covered with names and dates of visitors that Will nudged me to sign the first time I visited. I remember thinking at the time that I hoped I'd be able to sign it again...the place already had me under its spell. Till next year, Westport!