August 25th – 29th, 2016
We’ve spent the last 5 days not moving. Or at least, not moving very far. That’s in direct contrast to the previous 5 days when we moved every single day. So far we’ve covered 167 nautical miles over the ground, but only about 90 miles as the crow flies because you can’t go anywhere in a straight line on a sailboat in Maine. You just can’t.
So where did we choose to stay for a bit? Kittery Maine. Easy choice, actually, because we had made some new friends during the SSCA Gam we hosted, back in July, and Tim & Diane were nice enough to offer us the use of their mooring in Kittery and even – so generously – the use of their dock for a couple nights!
Docks are cool – they don’t move around, they never drag away when the wind blows, and they make it really easy to get on and off the boat. We needed that last aspect because my mom – who’s a very spry 88 years young – really, really wanted to see the boat before we take her south for a couple years. She wasn’t quite up to the task of climbing into and out of the dinghy, but a dock? No problem!
So we borrowed the dock for two nights, and since we were right there, practically in the middle of Kittery Maine and Portsmouth New Hampshire, we got to take showers (a VERY big deal when you live on a boat), do some provisioning, drink excellent coffee (I swear these two towns must have the highest concentration of Cafés per capita of anywhere in the country!) and experience first hand THE best cruller in the world – hands down. No, I haven’t tried every single cruller in the world but don’t confuse the issue with facts – it’s an election year. Suffice to say that the cruller’s at Lil’s Cafe in Kittery exceed every standard of cruller excellence there has ever been. They are magical. And completely not on my vegan diet and I don’t care – they were that good.
Now where was I?
Oh yeah, family visits! My middle brother and sister managed to transport my mom from mid-Vermont down to the coast, and my sister and mom (and a grand-nephew! How cool is that?) met us in Kittery on Friday afternoon.
We had a great time showing off our home, and then in anticipation of departing for something farther south on Sunday we moved the boat just 2 miles south, to New Harbor, NH, where we “borrowed” a mooring from a stranger we’ll never meet, while we wait for the weather window for our next leg. We could motor south, but would really prefer to sail, and the forecast was calling for more westerly winds, which would allow us to sail south to Rockport, MA. Then the forecast changed and moved those conditions to Monday, so we’re spending Sunday in New Harbor working on boat projects we didn’t finish before we left Maine. I’m modifying the sailing rig we got to fit our little dinghy, and Nicki is making the mosquito netting so to cover the cabin hatches so we can leave these open for air without being eaten alive. I hear the mosquitos in the Carolinas can carry away a grown Bull Mastiff – and I weight less than a Mastiff, so this is a very important project for a lot of reasons.
Oh, and the serendipity aspect? Well:
We were hanging out in the cockpit Friday night, sipping a bit of wine, when a small motorboat pulled up and said hello, turned out it was the folks who lived next door to Tim & Diane, renters, who mentioned that they are hoping to buy a couple of campgrounds up in our next of the woods. One of them is named “Camden Hills Campground – which is our summer home! Granted the sale hasn’t happened yet, but what are the chances we’d bump into them, living next to the dock we happened to borrow for a couple nights, 100 miles from home?
The Universe is a strange and wonderful thing.