

You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall


A sloop has only one mast, for starters.
There’s a whole new vocabulary to learn.
It’s a way of looking through the eyes of others.

Those things on the ropes, er, lines are called baggy wrinkles. They protect the lines and sheets, i.e. sails, from harmful rubbing. That is, they’re a furry cover for rope sphering.

Deck prism is another term. It’s a small round window. Here’s how it looked from my bunk. Overhead, people were walking on it.

Hatch is the opening between the deck and the hold below. This one connects by a ladder (not stairs) to cabins (aka staterooms).

Another leads to the galley, which includes what others would call a kitchen.

I can’t decide which photo I prefer.


We watch them grow up from visit to visit to our yard.



the Stephen Tabor carried
64 cords of firewood at a time
back in the day
oh, look, another damn lighthouse

okey dokey
“ready about!”
Preparing to tack
“press it off!”
“well, that’s backwards”

Their version of a drive-in restaurant, we suppose. There were others overhead, all ordering fresh alewives migrating upstream from the ocean.

Home grown, of course.

We had to walk gingerly around it before it left, in a huff.

You can walk there only at low tide.

No traffic inside the Cobscook Shores public preserve.