Trip Start Nov 06, 2010
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We had a great send off from Redfield this morning after a rather invigorating bottom scrub from Rhys and Simon and one last breakfast at the Fishmonger. We waited on the dock for the 1130 bridge, made the quick round of goodbyes, and got off the dock. It was pretty awesome leaving Eel Pond with lots of smiling faces to see us off.
We motored out of Woods Hole until we got into Vineyard Sound, but before we could set any sails we were subjected to a drive-by mooning, care of Simon, Jake, and Grady
We had a nice sail down Vineyard Sound before motoring through Quicks Hole. As we came out of the hole, we ran into some confused seas, and it felt a bit like we were riding a bucking bronco. As the waves were splashing over the bow, I thought to glance down to the V-birth, realizing that I hadn't double checked the forward hatch before leaving. Apparently I wasn't the only one. I kid you not, there were pools of salt water in the bed. Lesson 1: don't just screw the hatch shut; screw it down GOOOOOOOD.
Made it into Cuttyhunk Harbor through a rather tight channel at low tide without a problem, and tied up to the dock. Connor and I wandered the pier to see if there was anyone around who would have issue with where we were going to stay for the night. The gang of surfers could have cared less, and then we met Jeff and his dog Ivy. He said hardly anyone was around, the harbor master was in Florida, and no one would probably even notice we were there. Connor remembered to ask if there happened to be a laundromat in town, but seeing as the island only has about 15 people left on it at this point in the season, it was a no go
We got back to the boat and got ourselves situated, first and foremost hanging out the sheets and comforter from the v-birth. As we were attempting to get everything out, yet secure enough that it wouldn't get totally wet by flying into the harbor, Jeff appeared on the dock. He'd apparently watched our struggle and, being that he used to live on sailboats as well, he asked if we wanted to go to his house to use the dryer. Um, yeah we do. We road on the tailgate "all the way to the west side of town," which couldn't have taken five minutes. It was a nice tour of the town of Gosnold, but as we rounded the corner onto the hill that was Jeff's driveway, we saw the most incredible view across to Gay Head - which is precisely the view that Jeff and his wife Gail have from their sweet timberframed house. They were very gracious to let us dry our things at their home, and we sat and chatted with them for a couple of hours over cups of tea. They were extremely nice people and quite interesting to boot. Jeff had a lot of sailing stories, and they told us all about Cuttyhunk, as well as St. John, US VI, where they spend the winter. Who knows - maybe we'll see them again?
Finished off the night with some quick sandwiches and fresh oysters, courtesy Jeff, that he keeps in a milk crate in the water at the start of the dock. Not a bad end to the first day out.