The Fake's Progress

After a long long delay, trying to get some necessary work done, the dear old boat is back in the water. There are a couple of frozen seac...

We fueled up -- only took about five gallons -- in Port Jefferson. I feel today that I ought to retract some of my harsh words about Long ...

After the usual quick coffee, George and I sailed off our anchor -- again! -- about 8 AM and took advantage of a brisk northerly breeze ...

View Larger Map George and I napped for two-three hours, awoke around 10 AM. The ebb had begun in Buzzards Bay, and the wind was light b...

As noted, we arrived at the Cape Cod canal's eastern entrance a little before dawn on Day Four. I had consulted Eldridge and concluded...

Above, Pepperell Cove as it appeared early in the morning of Day Three (George's photo). That was a very handsome boat next to us. ...

If you want to know what that strange structure is, in the image above, you will have to read -- or at least scroll -- to the end of this...

I signed up another crewman for the trip home: George, the son of an old friend of mine. George is a kind of honorary nephew, or maybe i...

Homer, wisely no doubt, omitted from his story the domestic life of Odysseus and Penelope. Telemachus is running with that fast vulgar c...

Shown above, Five Islands, a very nice little easy-in easy-out harbor on the Sheepscot River. It boasts at least two important a...

Day Three, across Cape Cod Bay and Massachusetts Bay, passed uneventfully, though with a following wind and a quartering sea, the boat req...

Steve was up with the birds on Thursday morning, in spite of the previous evening's Martinis, and took a swim in the bracing waters of...

Sunset at our anchorage behind Sachem Head, mentioned in the previous post. Arose the next morning early and had the anchor up by 7 or so....

That's my enthusiastic crew above; let's call him Steve. Steve is the husband of a valued colleague of mine, call her Georgia, t...