How different things looked on our trip to Nantucket this Saturday. As we left Hyannis, flat rectangles of ice were leaving with us, escaping from between piers that in summertime are full of boats. Once we got across to Brant Point, we left an open water trail through ice chunks. Farther into the harbor we saw sea lions lolling about, just relaxing and enjoying the sun on their undisturbed ice float, but they were too far off for pictures. Docking seemed to take longer than usual, as the ferry churned up the ice, which then floated off towards Children's Beach. The church steeple oversaw everything as usual.