
that was the ferry in front of us
miles ago
that’s the ferry
heading back
You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall

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
116th Street Blues, starts out with Captain Ahab
then more nautical lines
find your own style
it’s an active experience
just relax
Remind me that not all candy is chocolate and not all flowers are roses. But you might want to check out just what’s inside those heart-shaped red boxes tomorrow.
Here’s some perspective:
Thanks especially to Max at Dame Cacao. She just might be worth a Tendril of her own.
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
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
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.”
It’s like camping, with the canvas over your head rather than a tent.

Peter tried to brace me for the, uh, unique quarters. And the pause when I mentioned taking a shower.
I had a snug berth, as you’ll see later. The only electricity on board came from some strong batteries and a small solar array.
Rather than a floating night club and hotel of a typical cruise ship, a Maine windjammer is small and laid-back. You even have to wash your own dishes.

As the windjammers’ association brochure says:
Unlike large cruise ships, windjammers have bunks and cozy cabins, not monster staterooms and 24-hour buffets. Windjammers are woody and compact below decks. Crew and guests live and work in close quarters. The ship’s galley and dining areas are like your kitchen at home – everybody mingles there.
The Maine experience dates from 1936, when Captain Frank Swift started offering adventurous passengers sailing opportunities formerly only available to private yacht owners.
Last summer I got to be one of them. It really was memorable.

One of my favorite comfort foods, especially the way my wife creates it.