Clutching our selections, we then embarked on a doughnut picnic, parking our pastries in front of the Navy destroyer, USS Ramage. We enjoyed the sights and sounds of Savannah's busy little harbor during our breakfast bistro. Savannah happily consumed her chocolate doughnut. Brad was thrilled with his glazed raspberry-filled. I, unfortunately, came to the sad conclusion that raisins should be relegated only to bagels, toast, and bran cereal as well as your occasional oatmeal raisin cookie.
Devastated, I wandered off to walk the pier. "If ever there were a poster child for an attention problem, it would be you," Savannah observed as I paused to poke every puffball in our path before scouring the harbor waters for jellyfish. The emergence of a duck from the depths caused me to cry out in delight until the train whistle or ferry horn redirected my interest.
The people of the pier were greatly entertained at the expense of one poor seaman who was loudly being chastised on the main deck. The sequel to that little drama was released almost immediately as we watched the Coast Guard bull dog unsuspecting boats who drifted too close to the Ramage.
An impromptu tour of Fort Trumbull followed and I could chalk up a well-spent Saturday morning! And to think...I could have been at home in Wyoming County on my couch, eating grocery store doughnuts!
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