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Boats go, and others arrive. After they took the sailboat from the slip beside Robin, I happened to be walking past the Travelift when I noticed that in its slings was a very attractive Down East-style boat. Like the amateur art connoisseur, I don’t know a lot about powerboats. I just know what I like, and in passing I took note. (Read More…)
There was a lot of noise in the night as the wind rose and fell. Not just the normal straining of dock lines but also the actual sounds of solid objects colliding. (Read More…)
I heard a thumping sound topside as I was beginning my workday. It seemed to be coming from the starboard rail. But then it stopped, so I didn’t bother to investigate. When it happened again, I felt Robin move oddly. (Read More…)
So we drove the 70 miles from Oxford to Herrington Harbor — a distance of less than 20 miles by water — to attend the Westsail rendezvous. The big wind of Friday had moved on for a while, although in the morning it was grimly overcast. (Read More…)
Five boats showed up at the weekend Westsail Rendezvous at Herrington Harbor South Marina on the Chesapeake. Robin, however, was not among them. (Read More…)
The plan is to spend a weekend with folks who own boats built by the same company that built Robin’s hull and deck. This “rendezvous” of Westsails will be on the Chesapeake. (Read More…)
Just because you exist physically in a place certainly cannot be construed as evidence that you are of that place. Nor does the length of time you inhabit that locale guarantee that you will belong. (Read More…)
An osprey came north along the bank of the Tred Avon. Clutched in its talons, like a long, slender torpedo, was a sizeable fish. Perhaps due to the weight of the fish, the osprey was flying low, just above the small waves lapping at the sandy beach. As it neared a point, the bird banked around a tall 4-by-4 fence post and alighted on its flat top, standing on the fish with both clawed feet. (Read More…)
I went to sleep last night prepared for a May Day call, of sorts. My friends Fran and John Morrison had left Portsmouth, Va., at 7:50 a.m. and were headed up Chesapeake Bay in Chautauqua, their Allied Seawind II, after spending six months cruising to the Bahamas and back. (Read More…)
