Adventure’s End?

October 25th marked the completion of our 17th year together.  We celebrated in high style – our version. We got underway from Cold Spring Harbor bright and early, heading around the rocks off Center Island, along the blunt point, down Hempstead Bay to Glen Cove. Once again, we were doing some heavy beating with a foul current for most of the trip.  When we turned down the bay, though, we caught the fair current, broad reaching in 20 knots of wind, with the swell on our quarter.  Fast. We didn’t make arrangements ahead of time, because of our allergy to firm planning, but it’s just not that hard to get into a marina in late October.  To our disappointment, the Brewer juggernaut has taken over every single marina in Glen Cove – not a single independent left.  Sigh.  Oh, well – we’ll feed the devil this once. So we pulled in (minor clusterfuck – the office drone told us we’d be port side to, so we put our mooring lines and fenders on the port side, then she waved us in on a starboard side slip and said oops, which necessitated some last minute scrambling to get lines on the correct side).  We did a washdown of the boat and then of ourselves (the first in the six days since using Mom’s hotel room shower in New Haven). We walked up to Sea Cliff, where the Metropolitan Bistro was just opening up.  Almost three hours later, we left replete with wonderful conversation, loving each other more than ever, well fed and well lubricated.  The waitress gave us the poached pear on the house – it was divine.  It was perfectly us on our day – a long walk after a lot of sailing, holding hands and wandering into the unknown[…]

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We Be Here

Stepping foot off the Mystic Whaler for the last time was as uneventful an adventure as the trip from Baltimore to Philadelphia aboard that same schooner. Our friends and ship mates Marie and Dan handed us our measly belongings, walked us to our rented car, hugged us, shook us, and away we went… The End. (I should note that the captain and cook were so moved by our departure that they couldn’t bring themselves to say goodbye. I should also note that the previous note was facetious.) The drive to New London from Philly actually took longer than the preparation to get our boat underway. Within 45 minutes of being aboard the S/V Itinerant/Nomad, the boat was completely ready to go mechanically with the only thing left to do being provisioning and washing the Whaler off our bodies.  Groceries, propane, water boarded and several excellent showers enjoyed, we slipped the mooring pennants off the bow bollard and sailed off our mooring. A gentle wind wafted us, aided by the more powerful ebb current, down the Thames River.  It was our first downriver sail aboard our own boat in quite some time, though we’d done it so frequently as crew.  The ebb turned against us when we tried to head west, up-Sound, and the wind’s light caress revealed its insufficiency.  We motor-sailed past Bartlett’s Reef, past Niantic Bay, and entered the Connecticut River. A few miles in, a bascule bridge allows, by turns, trains and boats to utilize the same scrap of planet.  It is ordinarily open, closing only for approaching trains, with a digital board counting down the minutes until the next opening.  Something has gone awry with this elegant system, however, and it is, as usual, the human element at fault. We approached the open area downriver of the[…]

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