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Aboard for the night on Chip Ahoy's
mooring, with the cruise
ahead. (Aug. 3, 2009) |
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Below in the cabin, lit with the oil lamp and new LED light
over my bunk, better to read by. I spent a few hours organizing before
turning in for the night. |
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I got an early start off the mooring, on my way for
Scituate at 7:45 am. The air was dead calm, the ocean utterly flat, but
conditions were forecast to improve. (Aug. 4, 2009) |
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Crossing the Boston Harbor shipping channel fog, at least
thick haze, began to move in. |
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Behind, the sky was still clear, not a hint of fog.
Chip Ahoy and I were heading into it, but I was confident it would lift as the sun rose
higher and the air warmed. |
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I started out running the outboard under main sail and
genoa, but furled the head sail when it began doing more damage than
good. While the main was merely luffing, the genoa was flogging
itself to death. |
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An outgoing freighter leaving Boston
well behind as it heads
south along the coast (beyond it lost in the fog); a lobster pot buoy
floats between us. |
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What looked like a nasty squall came out off the coast of
Cohasset, ahead. Nothing but good weather was forecast. I pulled out my foul
weather jacket, closed up the boat, and prepared for it. It eventually
sort of dissipated and blew over just ahead of Chip Ahoy. |
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Approaching the sea buoy off the entrance to Scituate
Harbor, I encountered a big regatta. I later learned it was a local
qualification race for the Junior Olympics, made up of some 200 local
boats. |
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Chip Ahoy and I arrived at the Scituate town dock at 2:15
pm, were directed to a perfect slip where I intended to remain for two nights
before moving on down to Plymouth Harbor next. (Aug. 4, 2009) |
See Chip Ahoy's complete log of the cruise
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