To the startled reader, see the previous post for an explanation, this is a departure from my normal Goat Island Skiff adventures.
Day 3 Watch Hill/Napatree Point to Old Lyme: This day dawned clear and bright, and we brothers arose to a beautiful beach, beautiful weather, and our beautiful selves. I took our dinghy and paddled into shore to get egg sandwiches at the local coffee shop. Note to reader, the coffee shop offers egg sandwiches that are unceremoniously microwaved and the coffee is better ordered as just coffee, because if you add cream and sugar, they will put so much syrup you'll doubt there is any coffee in the cup at all.
|Windsurfer board? Check.|
|Extra long canoe paddle? Check.|
|Stand-Up Paddleboard? Not really, but Check.|
The Skipper had a hunch to hug a line of red buoys that headed out, this would have made sense in any kind of maritime setting since they would have been on our port side, but I was led astray by other boaters who were cutting across the nefarious shallows further inland. I mused that the red markers (which were not official navigational aids, or marked on chart) were marking out a danger area instead. My little brother listened to me for what must be the second time in his entire life and acting as Skipper, L made his own decision attempt the shallows closer inland than Napatree Point.
We ran aground, because I was wrong. My little brother will never again listen to me.
When we ran aground, I jumped overboard and came up to my waist. So yes, we really were aground. L started to plot furiously his escape, as we were losing time and tide. I started getting line ready to haul up his damnable centerboard which was stuck in the down position, rendering his shoal draft boat useless as such, we might as well been a fixed keel. As I prepared the lines, L took advantage of a gentle swell and gunned it! Dragging centerboard across the sand, hitting obstacles along the bottom, and caring for nothing save not having to call Sea-Tow to come save us, we made it to the channel that was conveniently marked by the red buoys that headed out to sea! Relief!
|Island Packet "Winter's Haven"|
|Island Packet "Winter's Haven" Note cool person.|
|Watching "Winter's Haven" burn us.|
|The wind is picking up and we're beginning to start moving now!|
|The Skipper L pleased that I saved his boat from mishap.|
|Hero. Note anchor now securely attached.|
|Making dinner #1 underway.|
|Sailing into the sunset.|
We made dinner #2.
L says: Day 3
Day 4 Old Lyme to Essex: The next morning we awoke to heavy swells and queezy stomachs. L, who has everything in his boat, found an anchor riding sail so fortunately we were pointed in the wind. Now, the funny thing is that he didn't know what it was. I had expressed the desire to have one so we could stay pointed in the wind and not rub against the mooring ball (THUMP THUMP THUMP all night). L asked, "Is it small and triangular?" I answered in the affirmative. "I have one of those." Again, L's magical-free-boat that came stocked with everything had an anchor riding sail that I have ever only seen in catalogs like the above link!
|I can't express to you how useful this thing is.|
|The lighthouses welcome us and many other sea-weary sailors home.|
|173 years old and still a functioning navigation device. This is called a durable technology.|
Now, I think if the winds are favorable, a sailor should be sailing. So we were going to sail through these bridges, dammit! Vikings didn't putt-putt under RR bridges!
|Approaching the bridge, full speed ahead!|
|Sailing under the span! We made it!|
|HAHA! Success! Pillaging ahead!|
|Nefarious I-95 is carried by the Baldwin Bridge. We'll sail under this one too.|
|More clearance on this one.|
|It's like the Hall of the Dwarf Kings.|
|Essex in View! Oh the Joy!|
(Intrepid Reader who identifies which historical figure I'm ripping off gets free GISamateur parking)
And suddenly, just like that, we were home. It was a fun 4 days. If I could do it again, I'd tow the Goat Island Skiff behind the boat so I could some small boat sailing and keep these posts at least a little more relevant to it's title. That, and there would have been some good sailing around Napatree Point, and to be honest, I miss my little handsome boat.
Otherwise, great adventure all around, some good stories, and some good weather. Sure beat 4 days being a Landlubber! Oh how I pity you landlubbers.
Until next time Intrepid Reader!
L says: Day 4