While he did that, I resorted to my favorite pastime: staring out over the water, and daydreaming. One moment, I contemplated the tiny baby starfish I spied during an early-morning outing in Lizard, at another, I reread sentences from an excellent novel to savor the richness of the words. And I realized that for all the sailing I've done near and far over the years, and the reminiscing that goes with it, this summer, I don't have records to set, new places I absolutely must see, conquests I'm setting in my sights. I am shocked to realize that if we don't leave Narragansett Bay at all, I won't be disappointed; I don't care. I just want the experience of this creaky classic. Spam mail can wait for winter; from what I gather, it'll be there, and then some.