To kick off the Sweet Chariot Music Festival, Bryan was requested to be the skipper to take a dozen shanty singers on our boat, Avocet, to serenade the schooners and other boats in the harbor. From the dock I could hear their voices wafting across the water. One of the sailing instructors took me out […]

We anchored at one of the lobstering harbors at Stonington, the site of an old granite quarry that supplied stones for some of the historic buildings in NY and Boston. We loaded into the dinghy the two folding bicycles lent to us by Pamela and Wallace in Woods Hole. Our annoyance at the awkwardness of […]

We were invited to attend the wooden boat festival about a 3 hour sail from here, with Rob and Marcia who we met at Swan’s Island a few years ago. However, a morning thunderstorm gave way to fog. Rather than trying to negotiate lobster pots and boats in varying degrees of fog, we decided instead […]

The morning brought a lobster boat pulling traps. I motioned for him to come over and asked if we could buy 2 lobsters from him. He said, Ok, “How about $15.” I gave him $20 plus a Sailing Dreams CD for our first lobster dinner onboard in Maine. After one last search for the AWOL […]

Bryan sent his drone up above the layer of fog so we could see the island, Isle au Haut and nearby islands. In the early evening after having a margarita he decided to see how high and how far the drone could go. Well, the low battery light flashed on the control panel, and the […]

We were both tired and glad to see the coast of ragged island where we could anchor, have a hot meal, and rest before continuing on to Seal Trap Cove. I was surprised to be ready to sail again so soon, but we were blessed with fair winds and tides in our favor. Also a […]

We had rowed the dinghy to shore and walked to the strip of beach that is the very tip of Cape Cod. When we left to cross over to Maine at 6 am, that tip of beach was covered with seals who sang an energetic farewell as we departed Cape Cod. The 30-hour crossing from […]

We bid adeau to David at Little Harbor where we borrowed a pair of folding bicycles from his neighbor. We set sail to Pocasset with a breif stop to say hello to John and Mary. John had rowed over when we were moored there to give us some advice on our motor issues, and it […]