August 2018
  • Day39

    Home!!

    September 9, 2018 in the United States ⋅ ⛅ 61 °F
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  • Day38

    Rockport MA

    September 8, 2018 in the United States ⋅ ⛅ 66 °F

    Arrived here about an hour ago. The following seas ended up being confused seas of 2-4’ and some swells up to 6’, so it was a bumpy ride. Putting up a reefed main helped things calm down.

    Kent and Irena Sinclair will be bringing dinner to us tonight!!

  • Day37

    Isles of Shoals

    September 7, 2018 in the United States ⋅ ☀️ 68 °F

    You should definitely come here. And there is a good chance you could. (Actually, this could be a perfect place for an Autodesk retreat. Just saying’.)

    As we speak, there is a coterie of artists, writers, photographers, musicians, poets, and yoga goddesses (their name, not mine) having retreats on Star Island, one of a tiny archipelago of 9 islands. Star Island has been owned by the Unitarian Church since 1915, and it is open to groups and individuals during the summer. You get lodging and meals, and it is committed to sustainability. We are on one of their moorings tonight, listening to the mournful foghorn and the many birds.

    AND it was discovered by Capt. John Smith in 1614.

    AND I got a free zucchini from their garden (I did not steal it).

    The well-known poet Celia Thaxter (another Hingham name, but relationship unknown) was from White Island. She was the daughter of the lighthouse keeper. Later, she lived on Appledore Island and established her reputation. While she lived in the isles, a resort was started, and who should visit but Sarah Orne Jewett (see “thought for the day” post from yesterday), Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, and American impressionist painter Childe Hassam.

    For those of you who like Smuttynose craft beer, it is not made on the nearby Smuttynose Island which I am looking at. But, it was named for the island. The island received its name because the rocks at one end are black. I’ll post a picture of the island,but it will be hard to distinguish between the black rocks and the tide marks.

    Pirates came to these islands, including Capt. Kidd. Blackbeard brought his 15th wife to Smuttynose, and then left when the British fleet came after him (and he never returned). (David added, “and now Greybeard is here).

    Hopefully, this is enough to entice you.
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  • Day37

    Odd occurence

    September 7, 2018, North Atlantic Ocean ⋅ ⛅ 68 °F

    On Thursday, while we were motoring in the the heavy swells under threat of rain, I checked the depth readout, as we do regularly. Away from shore, there are always depths of 100-200’ (in Passamaquoddy Bay, Canada, there were depths of 400-500’!). However, this time, the gauge read 28’, and I watched in disbelief as it quickly went down to 26’, back to 30’,down to 28 again. I kept thinking I was reading it incorrectly, but each time I looked it showed the same low numbers. I checked the chart, and it did not show any shallow depths. I made David come and look, and he saw the same thing. For several moments we were so confused— are our charts wrong? Did we make a mistake plotting the route? I ran below to check the paper chart, and it, too, did not show such shallow waters.

    Now, in the middle of this, David started shouting, “ I see a shark fin!! A shark fin!!” But I told him to pay attention to the depths.

    This went on for a couple of minutes, until the gauge finally reverted to the depths we expected. After talking about it, we decided it must have been a large creature that swam under the boat for a couple of minutes. I don’t remember seeing any normal depths in between, but there could have been, which might have meant more than one creature.

    It could have been the shark (unconfirmed) that David saw, but I guess we will never know. Any of you experienced mariners have some ideas?
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  • Day36

    The most important storm activity

    September 6, 2018 in the United States ⋅ ⛅ 73 °F

    We have become so obsessed with the black flies that about a week ago, David used the butane firelighter to burn one that happened to be on his leg. And, I confess, I cheered.

    For some reason, during rainstorms, the black flies descend upon us. In the middle of today’s thunderstorm with nearby lightning bolts, David asked for the flyswatter, and soon I saw and heard him slaying dozens. Not sure what he was doing about steering at the time (there were some wide swings that I attributed to waves but perhaps that was incorrect).

    Below deck, I was also slaying the feisty beasts. Between us, we probably killed about 30, which was extremely satisfying. If body count matters, we have won the war. However, we now need a new swatter, and are unable to sit on the cockpit seats because of fly carcasses.

    I can’t understand why they come here, to 2 healthy humans. Aren’t they supposed to be feeding on dead, decaying things?? I must be missing something.
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