And we’re plugging into it.
I (Dena) applied for, interiewed for, and got a job canvasing for Mainers for Marriage Equality. Being as though you’re on this blog, I’d like to assume you know that means yay gay marriage, not sneaky code for marriage for only the “right sort” of people. Yesterday was the interview and job offer, and today…
We went sailing!
Caught up on chores and with a job starting soon, we were able to turn our attention back to the most important thing. We hadn’t had an opportunity to test the rig since we had the mast put back on, but today, the conditions were perfect. Strong but not overly strong wind, warm but not blazing, and busy but not too many boats on the water.
First off, we had to check out a new anchorage spot. The general anchorage right off Portland’s Old Port is incredibly busy in the summer. The ferries kick up a lot of wake, but even more bouncing results from the dozens of pleasure boaters who don’t feel the need to keep their speeds down through the anchorage. We got people motoring 10 feet off our stern kicking up a wake that would knock us over in the cabin.
We weighed anchor and toddled further up river. Nosing slowly into every spot that seemed like a possible spot to anchor, we made our way under the Casco Bay Bridge and into a strangely lovely industrial area. Before long, we’d identified our new home and marked it on the chart. It was time for fun!
We hoisted sail at the mouth of the Fore River where it meets Casco Bay.
Even though the day was perfect, we started off with two reefs in the sail, making sure not to overstress the rig in any way. Then we shook out those reefs in the lee of Little Diamond Island and she took off like a rocket.
All’s well in our little world.
The rig performed beautifully and everything felt and sounded solid.
Not only does she sail perfectly, the radar kicks ass and the VHF brings in the signal like a dream.
On the way back, we checked out one last anchorage on the leeward side of the peninsula that forms Portland proper. It’s also downwind of the shit processing plant and the smell drove us away as soon as we got the anchor set. Down anchor, up anchor. No sweat.
Back in the Fore River, we crossed under the Casco Bay Bridge again and set the anchor in one shot, really solidly.
Settled in, I called the owner of a water taxi here in town. Not only did he sound enthusiastic about hiring me for the taxi, he also brought up two other possible jobs as well. At this rate, we could have 3 jobs each by Friday!
We walked across the bridge pictured above into Portland, holding the image of our beautiful boat for as long as we could see it.
In celebration, we had malai kofta and a lovely conversation with the waiter about India.
On the way back, we heard a marimba band. This town is cool.