We spent a wonderful week at our favorite fall camping destination last week. A great trip (except for the ending, but I’ll save that for later).
Wolfe’s Neck Farm is a stunning piece of property in South Freeport, Maine, right on the shores of Casco Bay. It is a non-profit farm specializing in organic dairy, as well as education programs, hiking trails, an extraordinary community organic garden, and the campsites known as Recompence Shores Campground. While we imagine it might be a bit too popular in July and August, we visit in late October and November, and it is heaven. There have been days when we are the only people staying there, which is very special. Continue reading Wolfe’s Neck Farm: Bambi Heaven→
Our new boat is progressing. It’s frustrating for us, as she is taking shape in the Pacific North West while we are firmly planted here on the East Coast. We feel so removed, so irrelevant. The crew at Tomco/American Tug are doing their best to keep us “on the team” but it’s still hard.
Which is why we hunger for every word we can get from the west coast, and especially every picture that hits our inbox. This week it was a big moment that came our way. The hull popped out of the mold. We don’t know precisely when this happened, but the photos arrived on Tuesday, October 18, so we assume it happened then or the Monday the 17th.. Continue reading We Have A (Complete) Hull!→
‘wēmˌtərk’, noun, the combined action of a group of people a husband and wife, especially when effective and efficient there’s minimal squabbling. Similar to ‘team-work’ in theory, but very very different in practice.
Bruce and I had a weam-turk morning today on the Airstream. The challenge: replace the opaque glass in the door with clear glass. I have been annoyed by the opacity ever since we bought the trailer. We camp in all these beautiful places, and you can’t see out? What was Airstream thinking? After I complained about it to Bruce for about three years once or twice, he decided to take action. Continue reading Weam-turk→
It’s been a difficult week for me. I struggle between: I’m so lucky and I can’t believe it’s over.
I’ve been “a sailor” since I was born. At some point when I was a toddler my mother accidentally dropped me into Narraganset Bay as my parents tried to hand me over from one moving boat to another moving boat. I have no idea why they were doing this, but I ended up in the drink, and like a good Mom, my mother jumped in after me and saved the day (I was, of course, wearing a lifejacket).
Silly story, but it underscores the point that I’ve been sailing for my entire life. It’s part of who I am.
But now I’m not. I was, just last week, but not any more. It’s weird. It’s unsettling. I’m trying to adjust to the new normal. Yesterday was an especially difficult day as a delivery crew got aboard our Sabre 386 Esmeralde at our slip at New England Boatworks, and after a startlingly brief orientation, sailed her away to her new temporary home in Yarmouth, Maine. Bruce and I went to Fort Weatherill State Park, a few steps from our home, and watched her sail out of Narragansett Bay with someone else at her helm for the very first time. It was a painful moment. Continue reading A Pivotal Moment→
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