finally... i could say that after almost a week and a half lost at sea, aimlessly drifting it and out of squall after squall, our journey has some direction again. the truth of it is our last week and a half has been spent trapped in the town of Gallilee, RI on point judith.we came down from woods hole in buzzards bay on a wild north wind almost a week and a half ago now, and put into pt. judith around 11 p.m. tired, wet, and half frozen. we tied up at the first dock we saw and fell asleep. the next 8 days were all the same story, every day blowing a gale out of the west or southwest..directly where our bow was trying to point. finally on thanksgiving day we were able to motor our way of the harbour and the 15 miles west to fishers island when the wind finally gave us a gentle day. it was still from the west and on our nose but we made it none the less for wear.
i cant say our stay in gallilee was wasted time, as we met many a good friend and are thankful to all that live there and helped us out. russ, steve, pam, and cate especially, and all other friendly folks who gave us rides or just a friendly face. also my folks were good enough to be able to come down to help us celebrate my birthday and bring us a few parts and clothes we left at home and were wishing we had. never the less it does feel especially good to be into the long island sound now and have rhode island to our stern.
today we sailed from fishers island to the mainland and up the thames river into new london, ct. we will spend the night here and hopefully be able to move again tomorrow, farther down the sound on our way to new york. thanks for everyone who is thinking of us and writing to us we appreciate you all. we reflect in our time of waiting for winds and weather on how much we have to be thankful for this thanksgiving. we have our health, happiness, food, shelter and each other. also an adventure on our hands and lots of people who are supporting and thinking of us.
we are sort of low on pictures for this post but ill put up what we have.
also, for those who didnt know already, nissa left us in cape cod and caught a ride back to the farm with jen. it was decided by both of us that she would be happier and more free there to do as she pleases.
rainy days in massachussetts.
2 comments:
Hallejuah! I am so happy to hear you are finally on the move again and heading south to warmer weather. Hope the winds continue to favor you. You were much thought about and prayed for on Thanksgiving day by the 23 people who gathered at Dave and Lois'. Keep these great posts coming.
Encaustique sur bois
As I sit warm beneath a cone of light,
I’m reminded of men in the stove pipe aisle
at the hardware store, holding up
and comparing long tin cylinders, storm collars,
rain caps, invisible sums of money.
Of a particular man in central Maine
on Columbus Day weekend
considering the length
of crimped pipe he holds
with a degree of scrutiny
as tangible as the thing itself.
I would depict this in wax and pigment,
in thick whorls and stubbled shadows.
I’d place a warmth and light
at its center that would generate embers
for many winters.
I would say all of this
in a fluent French I don’t possess
just to hear how it sounds.
I would steady the ladder.
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