You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall
We recently had to flee our house for 24 hours after spray-foam insultation was applied to our second-floor renovations. That meant heading to an Airbnb in town.
This attractive wooden plaque above the stove caught my attention. Good use of a serif typeface in green ink.
And then it struck me: this was from the end of a blueberry-picking crate. I’m sure it’s been rendered obsolete.
perfect weather, sunny, 60s
a knot = 1.1 mph
a little more up
meaning into the wind
luffing, meaning chuffing in the sheets
no sea legs yet
wobbly
even on calm seas
bit queasy
edge of mal de mer?
slow lull
slow sun
will I feel a late-season burn?
“all on the bowline, we sing that melody
like all good sailors do when they’re faraway at sea”
a song our Dylan doesn’t know
in his impressive repertoire
a generational gap
116th Street Blues, starts out with Captain Ahab
then more nautical lines
find your own style
it’s an active experience
just relax
Evidence of the long-gone Pembroke Iron Company, established in 1832, is seen in the half-hidden stonework ruins of its dam along U.S. Route 1. In 1856, at its height, the company produced nearly 5,000 tons of iron spikes, rivets, and nails – many of them used in the town’s shipbuilding industry.
The Pennamaquan River now flows naturally around it to a newer dam and fish ladder carrying nearly 10,000 migrating alewives a day from the head of the tide nearby to breeding grounds in lakes upstream.
Honoring the Philadelphia family of Curtis Publishing
(Saturday Evening Post legacy)
this lighthouse at Camden
the bay is sheltered from the motions
of the open ocean
there are subtle rolls and pitches
whoa! There just was a wave
Fresh, wet snow on evergreens
A few things gleaned in our walks around here.
Getting acquainted at our dock in Camden
Safety talk
And everybody gets to pitch in
14 passengers, short of 21 max
(few of the double beds have two booked this trip)
crew of four plus cook
and we scoot off
Edmunds Township
I get to sample the results of many experiments around here.
So who was Louis Robbins French?
Father of the three sons
who built this in South Bristol, Maine
The French is 101 feet overall, 65 feet on deck, with 19 feet of beam, as the brochure proclaims. She draws 7.5 feet with a full keel. A proven vessel in all conditions, she is a nifty and quick sailor, having won the Great Schooner Race many times. The French has also participated in recent Tall Ships gatherings in Boston. It spent part of its life based out of Lubec just south of Eastport.
the French was largely stripped and gutted
and rebuilt for passengers
what’s left?
As my buddy Peter grinned at me at the end of our week:
“Your first love. You never forget.”
Jnana's Red Barn 