Newport Harbor Anchorage, RI

Awwww, the first day of Newport summer, or so we have been told.  It is really hard to tell if you ask me.  Rained a good part of last night and this morning we are socked in yet again.  We are starting to adjust to this new form of summer.  Fog, fog, fog.

Lynnie is scurrying about dusting, cleaning floors and decks, cabinets, storage areas as if it were spring.  Well, I guess it is more spring like than summer.  The real reason she busys herself is to make all presentable and to spin off the hours until, one of our favorite human cocktails arrive.  “D & D”.  No it is not liquor, but certainly a blend of two smooth and easy characters, Darren, our son and his wife, Deedra.

They have not seen the boat yet and believe they are going on a water camping trip in the wasteland of RI.  They simply have no comprehension of the boat or what being on the water is like.  We intend to make their arrival from Scottsdale an exciting one, an adventure.  I seriously doubt if either of them have ever been on public transportation in their life.  (It is not something that really exists much in the West).  Our journey from the airport will entail a bus ride to Providence, a trolley to the fast ferry dock to Newport, a walk to Bowen’s Wharf where we load up the convertible and make our way through the anchorage to Skinwalker.  While a normal occurrence for those who cruise, getting here is always exciting for our first time guests.  Hey, it beats SuperShuttle.

The anchorage started filling yesterday for Sundays Fireworks display.  There are probably bigger and better at Block Island, Providence, and of course the oldest Independence Day Celebration at Bristol up Narragansett Bay a couple of miles.  But we remain safely ensconced in our front row anchorage for the Newport Celebration.

I am sure this week will be full of exploring, touring and perhaps a toddy or two.  

It seems the first night of every visit with D & D, Lynn and Deedra, go through whatever wine stores are available until one of the “they…outs” occurs, either they run out or they pass out.  Last time, the night before D & D’s wedding, Darren and I watched with some amusement as the ladies, started the evening with all the gentility of southern belles, digressed by degrees with each bottle of wine, until the rancor advanced to that of a bawdy vaudeville display of the Can-Can, which they really Can’t-Can’t perform well after two bottles of wine each.  Eventually, we bottled them up in the car and managed to get them home and poured into bed, where they awoke late the next morning, I am sure, afraid to look and see who might be lying next to them.  We insisted on the girls going out with us for a big greasy breakfast.  Darren & I had a great time.  

Regardless, of the in-discretions, we look forward to a whirlwind of activity, laughter and a bit of mischief.  Now if someone would just turn on the darn heat in the pilothouse.

Capt'n Lynnie and Skinwalker