To Noank, Then to Denver

When last we updated you, we were in the Cuttyhunk Pond, surrounded by Cuttyhunk Island.  The sail to Point Judith, once the weather calmed, was as promised by our weather sources.  Light wind from the NE and a gentle, 1-2 foot swell.  There was no remaining violence from the previous day’s wind. Deciding it was time for showers, we sojourned at Point Judith Marina that night.  We used the marina office directions to the Matinuck Oyster Bar, which served up some of the best locally raised oysters either one of us have ever had.  My (Dena’s) only superior oyster experience was at Chinook’s in Seattle.  Strange thing is that they were serving up Blue Points and other Narragansett oysters!  This was definitely the place. The next day was hidden by thick fog and the radar, once again, proved invaluable.  When the fog drew back, we saw that we were covered by a grey shield.  We never got more than 2 miles from shore, coming as close as 300 feet at Napatree Point, the entrance to Fisher’s Island Sound.  We sucked out every bit of wind there was to be had that day.  From full sail in the fog to frustrating motorsailing, then ultimately we struck all sails.  Windless water shone silver.  The engine sound was absorbed by the stillness and the splash of raw water from the engine cooling system disappeared. Immediately after starting the engine, I (James) noticed a strange, intermittent squeaking sound coming from the engine compartment.  Dena was riding on the bow at that time, so I asked her to come back to see if she could hear it.  By the time she arrived at the companionway, she said, “I can smell it!” We knew that we were burning a belt.  So, engine off.  Engine compartment taken[…]

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