The sun just began to show itself after we left Galilee bound for Westerly – about an hour’s ride one way. Ken had picked me up at the dock at 4:30AM (not a typo). An awesome way to spend a Sunday morning, despite not having any luck with our fly rods. We did see some Striped Bass breaking the surface around Watch Hill, but they weren’t paying any attention to us. But as they say, “a bad day of fishing is still better than a good day at work.” Both photos were taken with my iPhone.