Sunday, September 21, 2008
We don't have a picture, so you will have to imagine a small shack on the entrance to the local dump. On it is a sign which reads "Free Library". Inside are books, free books for the taking. Peter took care of business and was patient as we found more treasures to bring back to the boat. A whole grocery bag of Russian history emerged.
During the Water Fire celebration, 100 braziers are set alight in 3 rivers running through down town Providence. Gondolas and small boat move between the sparks and on the banks people listen to bands and watch performance artists. It was a cool night and we wondered why a man and woman in one of the small boats were minimally dressed. It all became clear when they began to juggle fire. It was all great fun.
In a few days, one of those paths led us back to Rhode Island and our friends Peter and Ginny. During the weekend, Vinnie's sister Meg (MEG - QUEEN AND HOSTESS OF THE 2008 JASINSKI FAMILY REUNION) joined us and we drove to Providence for Water Fire. Ginny is with us, somehow she managed to evade the cruel eye of Vinnie's camera.
The cold was catching up with us and It was time to duck south. Our last stop in Maine was Seguin Island. This lighthouse was commissioned by George Washington. It is the second oldest lighthouse on the east coast and the only class one Fresnel Lens north of Virginia.
With another storm approaching, we snuck in past high stone cliff to anchor in a narrow passage away from civilization. It was only as the sun was going down and the dark was setting in that we asked our selves, "If our anchor drags, how can we re-anchor in this tiny space without running into the submerged rocks surrounding us?"
We met Ed and Lizbeth in the Bahamas 3 years ago. this picture is from last winter at Manjack Cay. It was great to see them in their home grounds on Mount Desert Island and visit the pottery studio and its beautiful things. As the winds howled and the 5 1/2 inch rain gauge overflowed, Vinnie helped Ed check the boat he was building and Maria learned how to can salsa with Elizabeth.
As we arrived in Maine from the north, Hannah was on her way up from the south. Ed and Lizbeth of Seal Cove Pottery had the perfect solution. Ed helped Vinnie bring Amante through the fog to a heavy mooring near their home. You can't see her lying secure just a little ways behind the dingy.
Once in Maine we had problems with the outboard dying at inopportune times. Vinnie may have been frustrated, but this supported his long standing dream of getting a brand new shiny motor. Good news for us and sad news for him; he fixed the Yamaha again.
For much of our time in Nova Scotia the weather was raw cold and we managed to approximate comfort only with creative layering. As we threw on clothing given to us by friends and family we had yet another opportunity to see your generosity. Look for your stuff.
Picture 1: jeans, lined wind pants, rain pants
Picture 2: tank top, t shirt, turtle neck, flannel shirt.
picture 3: hooded sweat shirt, insulated hooded sweat shirt
picture 4: wind jacket, foul weather gear
Thanks to: Francesca Jasinski, Liza Kingma, Meg Herrmann, Syd Smith x 2, Stuart and Thelma Kingma, Bill Bouwsema.
Maria didn't mention that she was wearing this entire ensemble at one time! (V)
In Lunenberg with Warren and Diane we saw the famous Nova Scotian racer, The Blue Nose II. If she looks familiar may be that you've noticed her on the Canadian dime. Unfortunately, during our visit to the city Blue Nose was tied to the dock, sails stowed and the decks a tangle of young people touching up the bright work. We did not even try to photograph her in such unbecoming circumstances. Weeks later on our way south to Maine, we edged out of the fog to see her coming up with sails shining in the sun. A bit stunned after a rough 24 hours in the cold and wet, we had difficulty getting a good shot as the waves bounced us.
Tuesday, September 02, 2008
It had been a good day. We made dinner, read, and entered the warm comfort of bed. Just as we were heading into deep sleep around midnight, a funny gurgling noise got louder, and louder, and LOUDER. We got up on a floor that was slanting more uncomfortabley to the right by the minute. After an hour and a half the boat was leaning at a 45 degree angle and we were almost sitting on the wall. Here you see our curtain and necklace clinometers. They are measuring our degree of tilt before we reached our maximum angle of anxiety. When done purposefully to work on the bottom of a boat, this maneuver is called careening. In our case it is simply called a mistake.
We sailed up to Mahone Bay, a beautiful area full of islands and a few small towns. We had been incarcerated on board by rain for several days and were eager to walk. Near Chester we found a lovely anchorage between 2 small islands. We hiked all around one island, the only people on a beautiful beach.