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Fullness

Good morning everyone. Fullnesss.... that just about describes our live these days. We are pretty darned lucky to be out here sailing among the islands, enjoying lots of warm sunshine with occasional rain to keep things from getting too parched. This week is our annual Wooden Boat School course where participants get to play deckhand, learning some new skills and practicing the art of life as a crew member aboard a sailing vessel. I kinda like that image of "practicing the art of life".

The full moon rose over the tree tops last night.

And just at sunrise she was dipping along the western tree line.

Sunrise was elegant and warm. As Jim Dugan says don't just look at the actual event but notice how things are reacting. Even a blackened charley noble seems to glow with the help of a wooden deck keg.

Yesterday the wind came strong northwest as it tends to do this time of year as cool air begins to filter down from Canada. We sailed over 50 miles averaging 6.3 knots the whole way with a deep reef in the mainsail. And here we are at Grindstone Neck, Winter Harbor on the Schoodic Peninsula. This is another first for me and I can tell you it will not be the last. This place is lovely. I can see why summer folks decided to establish a haven for themselves back at the turn of the last century.

Beautiful Winter Harbor 21s, 8 of them moored together, bob gracefully in the water against a backdrop of spruce trees. This is one of the oldest class boats in the country designed and built by Packard and Burgess of Marblehead, MA in 1907. The crew are fairly certainly we can haul one in the davits and leave a peapod behind as a fair exchange.

Have a great day. Be well. Do good.

Comments

Dan Stuart said…
I am hiking in the Rocky Mountain National Park, but even the tundra does not seem as cool to me as the week you are having on the Mary Day.

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