Trip Start Jun 22, 2007
43Trip End Sep 25, 2007
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I keep trying to take pictures of the wonderful sea views we see daily and the camera never seems to capture it all. The lobster boats, the men in orange bibs pulling the traps early in the morning. I cant get pics that do it justice. So we take home mainly memories and a few digi pics but they will never show the real beauty of this country. It has truly exceeded expectations.
So we chug out to sea and we see the anchorage fade behind us. Soon we are 6 miles offshore with flat water and bright sun....what a day it is.
We even got a radio call from one of our friends Dick P., who we had seen during our trip to Boston. He was briniging his Nordhavn 50 up to Maine. I head him call, but could never figure out where each other was. Do dispite a short attempt to meet in open water, we decided to maintain out respective courses. We will see Dick later this season on the Chesapeake.
We had hoped to be able to stop at a place called Isle of Shoals on the way south, but again time is not on our side so we decided to press on and get into Rockland Mass early enough to look around.
During the day we made a call reserve a mooring at Provincetown Mass (Cape Cod) for the labor day weekend. We were quickly told..."too late..all full". We had already been snookered. I expected it would be crowded as "P-town" is a prime spot on Cape Cod and was accessible from the ferry in Boston. So I oped to get in there tomorrow for two nights which were still available and then look for an anchorage over the weekend when no moorings were available. I'm hoping this will work out.
We had decided to leave Maine this week to help give us a little more time to "linger" more on the way back. We had enjoyed two and a half weeks when everyone said to allow a month. Still, we had not expected to get to Maine and felt it was a good introduction. No regrets, but it was time to 'head south".
Ive been feeling uneasy about our schedule and were looking for more time to sit back and enjoy. We have been very busy and even when we are not underway, we keep busy all the time. Perhaps faster than I might really like. We have yet to crack a book and have hardly taken a day to just rest.
Since as today was pretty easy offshore, Sue and I decided to get more intense about looking at out float plan. We have booked our air ticket to get back to Arizona on 10-1 so we now have less than 5 weeks to make some major stops and cover many hundreds of miles.....at 7 kts. Then add the uncertainly of hurricane season and it was past time to get more serious about out time allocation. If we were to hit the tail end of a hurricane when we want to go down the Jersey coast, we could be delayed for dayas.
Both Sue and I had our concerns about the calendar. We had left Norfolk VA 10 weeks ago and we had just turned the corner with only 5 weeks to go. I also know we had put 240 hours on the engine since we left and we had to largely retrace those hours over the next 5 weeks with important stops in Martha's Vineyard, Ptown, Nantucket and the Connecticut coast. At one time, I hoped to spend a week in NYC...that was now out...way out. In fact, we now were facing the reality that we had to make real choices and we would not be able to hit it all. So now, we have established some weekly milestones of where we need to be in order to be on pace for getting back to Norfolk by 9-28...to catch our plane back to AZ on 10-1.
By 4pm we are entering breakwater at Rockport Mass. This was another beautiful place...we could see high cliffs, old shingle clad buildings sitting on the top of the rocks and even a broad sand beach. I had called the Harbor Master and ascertained that we could safely anchor in this bay but could not enter the small harbor. We were told we could bring the dink to a dinghy dock and be right "in town".
So we get a super prime spot in the little harbor. This was a really interesting place. It felt very Mediterranean in that the buildings were all on the high cliffs and there was a rocky beach. We talked to another yacht who confirmed that there was a dinghy dock but we had to climb a 12 foot ladder up the stone wall. OK, I would try it.
Soon we dropped the dink and were heading over to this float. I took one look at the old barnacle clad ladder and I say "no thanks". As I'm getting older, I seem less interested in heights. So Sue and I motor the dink a mile and a half around the stone head to enter the harbor the old fashioned way.
This was a really interesting stop. There was a narrow spit of land going out to and old fort that was lined with hundred year old shops and stores. It was amazing how many old buildings of various sizes and interesting shapes. Most had been made into art studios, ice cream shops and more. In once sense, I hate to see the commercialism but on the other hand this place would have been bull dozed had it not been for the tourist trade. It was a very unusal place.
By 630, we were back in the dink for the 10 minute ride back. Now that we have the engine purring, I can get the dink to plane up at 15 kts...we were back in no time.
Under a full moon, Im attempting to get the blog back in motion.