The HIgh Seas

Ahoy, matey!

That's what they say when you're headed off onto the High Seas.

Ahoy!

Ahoy!

We left the lovely Whaling City on a fast speed catamaran to look at the lighthouses and the sights -- wait! What was it called? Oh I know -- Lights and Sights! -- and it was quite a journey.

First up: New London Light. Tallest, best, baddest, yetcetera . . .

They shoulda put me on the stamp too.

And then?

Our dearly beloved Ledgie.

Aw, Ledgie.

The narrator of our two-hour-tour never ever stopped speaking, but we learned things. We learned! We learned that Lord Dumpling lives here and is the Lord of the Dumplonians, and he has his own navy. It's a fleet of one sea-faring vessel. And he prints his own money. And maybe has his own language?

That was a good one.

Stonington, Mystic, etc.

Wait, was I supposed to remember the names of all the lighthouses?
 

I guarantee you that Lincoln did.

Watch Hill! Just like that. It was *so* nice to be back -- I mean, we were gone from that place for three whole days. I have never quite seen this specific view -- the Ocean House *behind* Auntie Tay-Tay's house . . . I have got to get out on the High Seas more often . . .

. . . especially on a fast-ferry boat.

Oh, that Watch Hill Light . . .

. . . oh, that Fishers Island*.

(*part of New York, and no apostrophe).

Wait a second, I took photos too. I mean, come on! Look how awesome:

Possibly my favorite photo of us of all time . ..  

I know. You're welcome.

Anyway.

My personal favorite of the trip: Race Rock Light . . .

. . . and Mistah's dark horse favorite: Little Gull Light.

Who knew?

Nobody, that's who. Nobody knew that Ledgie had so many lighthouse friends out there. But now we do.

We practically had the boat to ourselves. It seats 600.
We were maybe 40.

We raced the Susan Ann back to New London . . .

. . . and we won. Of course we did. We're fast. We're a fast ferry.

Oh look! Another fast ferry heading out . . .

. . . as we were heading in.

Oh hello again, New London.

What a beautiful town you are . . .

What a sight to see . . .

Anybody hungry?

These goobers are. The sloth and the slug. As we affectionately refered to them . . .

. . . these two weren't so bad either . . .

. ..  and neither was the world's best BLT. And don't think for one second we did not eat that whole mess of love. Because we did.

When we got back to shore, Jennie and I said to eachother, "We're going to be at Greta's party in a few weeks, and we're going to look at the fast ferry doing the lighthouse tour, and we're going to say, 'We really, finally, for once in our fool lives, we have got to do that lighthouse tour this year . . . oh wait a minute! We did! We did! Wedidit!!'"

"Ah ha ha ha hahahahhahaha!!"

Ah, ha ha ha. 

Thank you, my friend.

What a tour on the High Seas.