HOME!
sigh.
Almost exactly 8 months away
What a journey
So much learned, confidence built - about/in self, David, our relationship
How full can one 3/4 year be???
How blessed can a couple of lives (well, three counting Amelia) be?
Thanking all my angels, those living and those past
And a major shout-out and appreciation to Captain David Webster - husband, teacher, playmate, risk-taker, navigator, companion extraordinaire. I'm so appreciative of his skills in so many things and his diligence about safety and his ability to create/make do/improvise. Phew. I'm pretty lucky to be his mate and travel - travel/journeying in so many meanings - companion.
We had an easier boating today. Beautiful sun and the wind was milder and seas laid down better. We left our "Dirt" mooring in the Annisquam River around 6:00 AM and went way out - 10 miles - into the ocean. I was considering how different our last sail day home was from our first sail day out last fall. Winds of up to 20 kts are common and I go easily at 15 kts rather than 4 or 5 in the fall; choppy seas of 3-4 foot waves and 4 second intervals are uncomfortable but not scary; boating for 8 - 12 hours is tiring but not impossible and fine if it gets us to or closer to our goal; we have greater trust of each other at the helm.
We both became more pensive as we got into more familiar territory. Still missed stopping at Ben and Sarah's in Portsmouth area. Still didn't get to Isle of Shoals. So much still to do in this world, people and places to visit. A true highlight of this trip now concluding is the people we met, the friends we've made. What joy!
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| Boone Light |
This lighthouse is on a barren island. The base is flanged out and is lovely. David tells a story of going to it with Capt. Lecain and climbing to the light and taking a photo of the light as it flashed.
We passed to within 1/2 mile in very deep water. Usually we are miles and miles from it on our travels. We were way out in the ocean today!
Lobster pots today but not nearly as crowded as they will get as the warm season wears on. Hmmm. Lobster sounds good. Maybe sometime next week.
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| 2 lights at Cape Elizabeth. Getting close |
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| Bustins and L'il |
We are truly in our front yard now as we pass these two islands. Next is Crab and then Pound of Tea. There is a new Red Nun #4 in our harbor entrance. That just proves it. NOTHING stays the same.
We arrived at our mooring at 5:08 or 1708 hrs. For some reason I was at the helm. Oh, David was taking photos. Without our regular boat landmarks - uh, water marks - I thought we were going to have to meander all through our end of the mooring field, guessing "maybe that one is ours". Nope, motored right up to it. Luck. We did some tidying up on the deck, pumped up and deployed our dinghy. That was a challenge. Came inside for a congratulatory drink. My heart is full. My brain doesn't know what to do. We're home....after 8 months living aboard and traveling to the south east end of continental United States. I'm still trying to grok that as concept and as reality.
We realized that the HYC opening party is now (when we realized it) just over there on shore. Got ourselves ready to go...shoes, jackets...and I had a melt down. Couldn't do it. Could not bring myself to leave the boat and dive into a large party of people. Just did NOT want to be with lots of people making small talk. This last night of this journey is to momentous to dilute with other people, especially ones I don't know well. I'm not ready for elevator speeches about our 8 month journey. I wanted to just be on the boat with David and Amelia, listen to Maine Public Radio, have dinner, look at the view, watch the light change. That was clear. David agreed to not go, also. Phew.
So, an end. Re-entry has begun. View from our accommodations tonight:
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| Pound of Tea - marks/guards the entrance to our river |
And now the next...continuing....journey begins.
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