Fitful Sailing


Good morning everyone. We are snuggled up here in a great cove just
off of one of my favorite islands. We had a wonderful picnic here
last evening after, what I can only call, a fitful day of sailing.
The wind was all over the compass rose. At one point in the afternoon
we were becalmed when only a hundred feet away we could see and hear
the rush of the wind on the waves where it was blowing 20 knots. The
schooner must have skidded a boat length sideways when the wind first
hit and off we went at well over 9 knots like a race car that finally
found fuel. And just as quickly we sailed out of it and had to push
with the yawl boat again. So went our day, sail a little, push a
little.

Last nite we ate Mary's blueberry pie, read poetry by Ruth Moore and
tried to find the North star, the cares of the day far astern. Today
we appear to be blessed with lots of sun and a brisk northwest wind
that promises to carry us out of Blue Hill Bay. We shall leave the
mountains of Acadia on the quarter and head off to who knows where.

Have a great day. Be well. Do good.