New York Harbor Tuesday July 2, 2019
Up early. Dinghy down.
Gotta beat the Staten Island Ferries at their own game. Coming at you from both directions.
Went to the 911 Museum today. Haunting.
Met Tyler for lunch. In his element. Loved it.
Dinner at Liberty Island Yacht Club. Killer sushi.
Manhattan skyline lights up. Divine. Pinch me again.
New York Harbor Monday July 1, 2019
We’ve gone thousands of miles. Over all kinds of water.
Denny a capable captain. Cautious navigator.
Still. At times, I remain skeptical. Like when he suggested we anchor off Ellis Island.
Nah. I don’t think so. Yes, he says, it just gets a bit lumpy during the day. Freighter and ferry traffic. People do it all the time. Not many, but they do.
Well, I’m here to tell you – once you get accustomed to zigging and zagging – it is nothing less than incredible. Spectacular. Awe inspiring. Pinch me.
Gloucester, Massachusetts July 13 , 2019
Moored amid the fishing fleet. The Gorton’s plant nearby.
Fishermen. They’re a given here.
We’re treated to watching nets being set – strung out behind a boat moving in ever expanding circles.
Festival weekend. Creative. Not the garden variety.
Artists. Musicians. Acrobats. Fire dancers. These are a surprise.
Pirates? The biggest surprise of all.
Northeast Harbor, Mt Desert Island, Maine
Saturday, September 7
Dorian is here. We can feel her.
Fortunate not to meet her head on. On her outskirts.
Even so. Impressive. A fevered serenade. Raucous lullaby.
No one moving. Even the lobster boats are pinned down.
Mother nature surprises. Unpredictable. Despite meteorological efforts.
Tomorrow?
Forecast says sunny. No rain. Winds 8 knots. We’ll see.
For now.
Scampering to check the mooring. Decked out in our foulies.
Catching up on some reading.
Peering out.
Northeast Harbor, Maine
Friday September 6, 2019
Arrived Bar Harbor this past Tuesday.
Ambled around town. Shuttled around the national park. Walked the carriage roads.
Ate ice cream. Shopped. Then more ice cream. Silla is an ice cream enabler.
We’re to be here – at the docks for a few days.
Picking up friends on Saturday. More Acadia hikes.
However. Dorian said “I think not”.
Harbormaster started pulling their ramps on Thursday. Loosening the chains on the docks – anticipating some serious storm surge and wind.
“Skedaddle while you can” he says.
So, back to Northeast Harbor we went.
All snugged in here.
Out tonight for a couple of beers at Colonels. Anticipating a red sky at morn.
Rye, New York July 4, 2019
Spent a few days in Rye, New York. Moored in a beautiful harbor.
Opportunity to get to know friends a bit better. Discover things you didn’t know about them.
They get to live here – have a spectacular view – all the time. Lucky.
Tracy is an artist. Never knew this. Makes sense. She’s tuned into the environment around her. Her work is engaging. Collage.
David’s humor pleasing as always. Wry. His company easy. The discovery? His desk a bit messy – although he swears there is a system in place.
July 3rd watched fireworks together on the front of the boat.
Spectacular.
July 4th at their home. In the pool with their grandchildren. Dinner together in town that evening.
Perfect.
Camden, Maine. August 5, 2019
Day started innocently enough. Sweet little café. Oldest family owned in Camden.
Maine blueberry pancakes, French toast, real maple syrup. Carbohydrate loading for the hike up -and then back down – Mt. Battie.
The reward. Penobscot Bay – spread out before you. Acadia in view. Sun glistening off the water. Camden Harbor below you.
Guide books described two moderate approaches for the hike.
Moderate. Bring it on.
On foot, we were closest to the first option for the ascent.
The ascent – wooded – soft pine needles and gnarly roots under your feet. What was all the fuss about?
We did encounter a couple who described crawling up the other side on their hand and knees. Must be wimps.
Lulled into complacency. Overly confident. We chose that other option for the descent.
Too late realizing that a descent marked “moderate” climbing means something way different in Maine.
We soldiered down. Using our best Spiderman moves. Chuck calling on his cat like reflexes. Scooting on our butts.
Nobody perished. No embarrassing skidding or careening off-of the edge.
High fiving all around.
You know those times that you get way more than you bargained for? In a good way. Eventually.
Today ended much the same as it began. Maine wild blueberries. Big as marbles. Pie this time.
Eaten on the front of the boat. Reclining. Watching the stars.
Topping?
Mary Beth saw her first shooting star.
Rockland, Maine. August 3, 2019
72 nd Annual Maine Lobster Fest. Friends aboard. Much merriment.
Who knew the highlight – at least for us – would be the parade. Not just any parade. The Big Parade.
King Neptune, the newly crowned Maine Sea Goddess and her Sea Princesses.
Lobster floats, marching lobsters, grown men driving tiny cars, motorcycles, veterans, orchestras, a Zamboni. Jenny claims that somewhere in there was a Canadian Mountie playing a keyboard.
Lest we forget – the gastronomic heart of the event. Lobster – every conceivable culinary imagining. 30,000 pounds of it by Day 2 of 4.
The Shore Dinner – lobster, corn on the cob and creamy coleslaw. Crowd favorite.
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