In the summertime, my dad and I like to "run out of the harbor" in his 22' Aquasport to catch the sunset. On the way back into the cove we swing by the bell buoy to hear its gentle clanging, like a church bell. My dad says that he used to know when he was home at the end of a fishing trip when he saw and/or heard (in the dark or fog) the New Harbor bell buoy. I know I'm home when I see that scraggly spruce.
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