3,495 days later

We bought (and moved aboard) Nomad on February 9, 2009. We bought (and moved aboard) Cetacea on September 5, 2018…three thousand four hundred and ninety five days later. Watching Nomad ride to her temporary mooring (DrEd being back in Cali to caregive a surgered mother before taking her into her new life…the boat, not the mother) gave us a liminal period. Mourning, farewelling, learning, adapting to the new…whatever it consisted of, it was both important and finite. One bright fogless morning, we left Robinhood Cove aboard our new Baba 30, Cetacea. A boat that came with an inflatable dinghy and 4-stroke outboard motor, both of which we will store until they’re valuable again in the spring and then sell without a qualm. Git thee hence, Satan! Maine in September isn’t bitter-cold, but it’s cluing you in on the eventual plan. A gorgeous-easy sail down the Sheepscot took us back to Seguin Island, where we lastpartied with the S.V. Exit crew, now down near New York City for a stopover before the Chesapeake and then points southern. A good boat is good in the bad, too, and our first night out of our new boat’s homewaters was…not good. The swell broke over the rocks at the mooring pocket and then the wind turned yet farther north. Something on the bow keened and I (Dena) went out on deck in the moonlit middle of the night. The bridle the PO (previous owner) had created was fucking everything up, but when the bowsprit dove into the white water, I analyzed my chances and decided that not-sleeping for the noise was better than creating a weakness in the system, a system that didn’t need to include me. “Come back down to bed!” The next morning, we left at first light. James released the mooring[…]

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A farewell to an old friend

In 2009, when we returned to the U.S. from our first adventures in India, we were dead set on getting back on the water in a sailing vessel that we could customize into a boat that could take us around the world. (Since we couldn’t afford to buy one already in that state.) We weren’t desperate but you could definitely say that we were highly motivated. By that time, we had been high and dry for a little over a year after selling our last boat, S/V S.N. Sapien, in Hawaii. In India, we learned that we truly loved living on the water and traveling under sail. I mean, we already knew that, but we learned that being on the water and traveling by sailboat was what we did really well and it was a way of life that made us happier together than any other way of life. So we traveled back to the U.S. that cold February and bought a boat that we would spend the next decade of our lives building and rebuilding into our own sovereign nation. I can’t tell you how many 1000’s of nautical miles we traveled on S/V S.N. Nomad simply because the amount of miles are inconsequential compared to the sheer volume of wonder and amazement that we experienced on that incredible sailboat. If you are new to this site, I recommend you browse through the past postings just to get a feel for who we are and what we’ve done aboard S/V S.N. Nomad over the past 9 years, 7 months and 4 days. We moved aboard a sailboat called Nomad February 13th, 2009, and immediately began disassembling almost every single broken system aboard…which is to say, every single system. The “bones” of the vessel were great  and the gear she[…]

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RI to ME

From Newport to, well, I think it was still Newport. Third Beach is on the other side of the island, though, and practically abandoned compared to Newport Harbor. And then it was the hop to Cuttyhunk, and then we sailed off the anchor and made for Onset. That morning, we waved at Kris of the S/V Exit (Steve was still sleeping) and sailed through light rains and light winds into medium sun and medium winds and then into the entrance for the Cape Cod Canal. In Onset, Kris and Steve took us ashore in their dinghy for pizza and we got caught in a major downpour. The pizza place was slamming and they holler names for orders. When “David” didn’t respond after a few tries, the audience…I mean, the customers got into it too until the whole place was chanting, “Da-vid! Da-vid! Da-vid!” Fun was had by all, except perhaps by David. We did a patented epic walk or two… Hi! And looked great in the parking lot. We got some projects done, and so did the S.V. Exit crew. We stayed a beautiful near-week so that the currents would shift in our favor. Since the process an hour each day, we can wait for the turnaround to happen within an hour of when we’d like to leave. It’s pretty awesome, if you have the time to wait! After a last quiet morning like the one above, we left Onset for Provincetown. A beautiful wind plucked us out of the canal and swept us into P-town. It was light enough early on that we were beating or matching S.V. Exit’s speed (and she’s 46′ to our 32′), but eventually the winds stiffened enough to sweep her right by us. We anchored between the breakwall and the mooring field. Until, of[…]

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