I’m really glad I went to the funeral. Justin seemed to really appreciate that I was there and it was good to reconnect, briefly, with some old friends. Alex drove me back to the ferry after the lunch at Pasta Pasta. By that point, the skies had cleared and I had a beautiful ride back across the Sound.

This time aboard the Park City:

The Danford’s docks with the former Setauket Yacht Club (now the Port Jefferson Yacht Club) in the distance:

Pirate’s Cove and the dunes once more, this time in the sun: