Tag: Nature
A schooner is not a sloop, pay attention
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.
Wildflowers in a roadside cut
I can’t decide which photo I prefer.
Twin fawns
We watch them grow up from visit to visit to our yard.
Quail egg in a little basket
Another quirky seasonal creation in our house. Martha Stewart, move over.
In passing, with time and the wind
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”
Two eagles sitting in a river just below the fish ladder
Their version of a drive-in restaurant, we suppose. There were others overhead, all ordering fresh alewives migrating upstream from the ocean.
Young porcupine on a seaside trail
We had to walk gingerly around it before it left, in a huff.
Red Point island
You can walk there only at low tide.
No traffic inside the Cobscook Shores public preserve.
Food along the way
Every night, the canopy is spread
every morning, stowed away
how he manages a wood cookstove
eludes me
the galley’s tight and must be a hot space
on a hot or humid day
regardless, he starts at 3 a.m.
and there’s coffee by 6:30 all the same
blueberry pancakes, slice of melon
cod chowder, a biscuit
roasted chicken drumstick, asparagus,
a risotto, Boston cream cake
lunch an excellent beef stew
and a great, crunchy sourdough bread
feeling like I’ve been here forever
in a good way
knowing it’s rarely this perfect
“no matter how much I eat
I keep losing weight on this ship”
sez male crew member
the cook’s apron
a variation on his overalls
the cook never learned wood-stove cookery
in culinary school
‘cuz he never attended one
in lighting a cook fire
the secret’s you have to stack
the firewood in tight
the galley’s quite crowded
the French burns four cords in a season in summer
Zen temple abbot and head cook
two most important personages
the cook also helps with the crew
mans an oar
hauls line, as needed
Jnana's Red Barn 