Day 2 Fri 7/24 Block Island

An early departure gave us a breeze for a short while, on the silvery gray-blue water. Onboard, I started writing a tune for the winner of the contest from my last livestream concert. We crossed over to Block Island, which has been kept delightfully much the same for many years. Upon anchoring at Great Salt Pond, we heard a shout “Andiamo!” which meant cannolis and other Italian specialties were being delivered by boat, as they had been for 50 years. Yes, we waived them over and ordered one. At the moment the sun dips behind the horizon, it is a tradition here that all the boats toot their horns and toast a beverage, as all the masthead lights twinkled on across the harbor.