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I left the Sandwich Marina and headed to Plymouth in a
confusing chaos of chop from outgoing canal current, incoming ocean, and
huge cruisers passing by under what must have been full-power.
Once outside the canal, the seas were still pretty dirty. (Aug 13) |
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On the road to Plymouth. |
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When I pulled into Plymouth Harbor, there were hands
waiting to assist with my docking: Doris, Bob and Obie, left to
right. We became quick if transient friends. Besides getting
me coffee fixings (then refusing to accept my payment for them), Doris
also handed me a great pair of shorts she bought for Bob that don't fit.
The fit me quite nicely -- in fact, I'm still wearing them, love them! |
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I asked Bob to catch a shot of me -- something I'd been
forgetting to do day after day. |
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In a close-up, there's me and my constant companion, the
Ace bandage holding my ribs together. Whenever I think back to
this trip, I'll remember being kept under wraps for its duration, but it
got me through it. |
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Sunrise over Plymouth the next morning though the Olympus
point-and-shoot digital. (Aug. 14) |
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That same sunrise moments later using the Nikon 35mm
digital SLR. |
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Historic Plymouth Rock (or what little remains of it) was
located just off the marina and Chip Ahoy. When coming in, I
radioed for directions. I was asked where I was. I replied,
"Just off Plymouth Rock." Directions followed easily. A
replica of the Mayflower is docked just to the right but out of this
photo. |
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After a troublesome five or so minutes of running aground
trying to get out of the marina (after just warning Bob and Doris
of the grounding I saw the last time I was here a few years ago), I made
it out of the torturously winding channel to the ocean about 45 minutes
later and was on my way to Scituate. |
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It was a nasty sail in the end, with winds picking up and
seas building. I had a choice: push Chip Ahoy to its limits
and get there fast, or play it safe and hope for the best. I
decided it was going to get worse as the day went on and pushed for all
the speed I could squeeze out of the boat. I believe I got into
the breakwater none too soon. Even then, the winds were powerful.
(Aug. 15) |
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The next evening my longtime friends, Norm and Joan Paley of Scituate, came down for a visit. I took them out to
dinner. |
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I ended up spending an extra day in Scituate, but the
trip home -- the final leg -- went very well with more favorable winds.
(Aug. 17) |
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For Chip Ahoy's complete log of the 2006 cruise,
click here |
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