if not a schooner
a ketch

Technically, a ketch rather than a schooner.
the Angelique a beautiful ketch

at anchor nearby
rust-colored sails
quite distinctive

yes, ketch that

everyone else went ashore in the yawl
to the boat school etc.

Brooklin

just me and the crew left aboard

someone in a white sweatshirt

jumping rope on the dock
the sound of the slapping rope
across the water
caught my attention

finally wearing my new hoodie
with its kangaroo pocket

learned that phrase yesterday

Joe bought the E.B. White democracy book while ashore
after hearing us discuss the author
(the son became a famed boat builder)

boat school temp tattoos stamped
on other passengers, crew

we’re leaving the Angelique at anchor

Long, thin wedge in the bay
Hollywood stars summer palaces
Somebody’s mansion and grounds all alight

Phosphorescent water
stirred up into tiny fireflies,
sparks

plankton summer

a summer home
on an island in Maine
is here
and there, too

that was the ferry in front of us
miles ago

that’s the ferry
heading back

Wooden sailing vessels traditionally had only one fire onboard, the cook’s stove. I can’t imagine how cold sailors, much less passengers, were through most of the year.

Windjammers hew to that tradition.

a wooden sailing vessel
with a wood-fired cook stove
and kerosine lanterns

two iceboxes

Smoke from the cookstove goes
into a T-shaped chimney vent

don’t get too close

“Smokestack,” not “chimney”
maybe “noble Charlie”

cruise ship off Rockport
glare against haze of blue

Camden Hills a thousand-plus feet

other schooners out of Rockland

Eagle Island light
Mark Island light
Saddleback Ledge light

too far off to photograph

American Eagle
full sail

after a nap

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

116^th Street Blues, starts out with Captain Ahab
then more nautical lines

find your own style

it’s an active experience
just relax

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