WAHOOOOO! Home at last! Now I can have some privacy and a little ME time alone! No such thing on that little putt-putt of a boat!
We could not blog yesterday after we left Jamestown RI in the am. We hung around there waiting for the bow thruster guy to come and look at Taking Stock and hypnotize my dad into signing on the bottom line. What's Her Name is less excited - and pointed out that instead of a lousy bow thruster, we could have new windows throughout the house to keep us cozy in winter (and get a tax credit this year) - but what do I know? Though I do know drafts!
We toodled around Newport Harbor ogling big yachts - the few that were there - while dodging fishing boats, launches, jet skis, people gawking like us, kids learning to sail and a few big honking boats. And then we headed north up the East Passage towards Bristol.
We had quite a blow at Bristol - took 30 people and a few dogs and cats to get us berthed at the Herreshoff Museum there. They have a couple of large stone quays out front and have decided to take in poor boaters desperate for a slip in Bristol - at $4 a foot. Turns out the facilities left a bit to be desired - the bathrooms were only open during Museum hours and were shared with the museum viewing public. At least there was a little grass by the dock - and a porta-potty if nighttime needs occurred.
The Museum, detailing the career of America's Cup winning boat designer, Nat Herreshoff and the America's Cup Museum next door were interesting - I guess. I opted for another snooze in the AC 'ed comfort of Taking Stock.
We had a visit in the afternoon from Pete and Andrea Johnson - related somehow to my very good buddy, Ralph - even though he insists my name is Winston. Pete and Andrea live in Bristol in the center of town and have a boat for cruising too. Alas: No Pet! What a waste of of very nice people!
After a stroll around town, dinner, and ice cream at The Daily Scoop, we hit the hay early to be underway just after dawn to get out of town before the big blow begins again - seems to happen every day there.
We headed north under the Mt Hope Bridge and then down the Sakkonet River out to RI Sound and Buzzards Bay. We lucked out with fair winds and calm seas til we hit Woods Hole - what else is new! But we rounded Nobska Light and beat it to Falmouth Harbor and our good friends at Pier 37.
7 Hours later - I have been bathed and blow dried and have a newly laundered collar. I have checked out all the new smells in the yard - we are not pleased with the number of varmints who seem to have been visiting in my absence. 6 loads of laundry are done and I am pooped with all the excitement.
Tomorrow, when my mind is fresh - I will wrap up the trip and delve into a subject on which I have been pondering of late: Boat names. In my own perverse doggy way - I think I could do better than a boatload of them we have seen in the last couple of weeks. Happy Zzzz's for now!
W.
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