Glassy ocean for the first couple of hours of the trip, light wind at our backs as we headed along rather familiar coast of southern Maine. The wind and waves picked up a bit but never too rough, maybe 2' waves plus the ocean swell...it was swell! It was warm enough that both David and I spelled each other from the helm and took breaks on the aft deck (until I suggested that was too much trouble to look back to make sure he'd not fallen overboard) and the foredeck. Lovely watching the waves as Grace easily plowed through them. The vibration of that powerful engine and the sound of the splash of the waves stimulated....my bladder. And there was the long view making way for expansive, questioning thinking and just plain joy and gratitude.
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We decided to continue to Freeport even though it meant a 9+ hour sailing/motoring day. Lots of standing at the helm as the seas were rough enough to require constant attention and handling of the boat - not "heavy" helm exactly but erratic helm...sort of like driving a car on bumpy, twisty and unfamiliar roads...in the dark. Constantly alert trying to anticipate where the next wave will head you (generally off course) and mitigating that effect as much as possible. Pretty physically and mentally active.
Dick and Nora called us as we passed the beach they walk at K'bunkport. "We see you!" I waved in their direction but couldn't really see them.
As we passed Cousins Island I l slowed the rpms, slowing our progress home. Didn't want to get there too fast. Disappointment settled into my spirit, though David was more sanguine. Familiarity was wonderful...and I'm totally appreciative and know this was the correct, prudent decision but...disappointment.
Shannon gathered us. I brought Amelia home and she immediately took to the stairs...away from all things "travel". I remained totally blessed.
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