Menemsha is the Wharf Rat’s dream. It’s a sensory place. So much to see. Interesting sounds. Interesting odors…Seaweed. Fish, fresh and fish not so fresh. Wet sand.
Moist air carries smells well.
There are enticing aromas from “The Galley” restaurant.
Across Menemsha Creek, low clouds roll, clump, and spiral.
To the north and northeast, clouds thinned. A foretaste of tomorrow’s clear weather.
Further up the channel, wings are spread out to dry.
Menemsha is idyllic, but there are dangers…
It’s a jungle out there…