60's cloudy. winds 25 kts
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Tim Throws Up on Dirty Dishes!
530 - Woke up before dawn, considering a long push for Essex, CT to sit out a day of bad weather coming Monday.
600 - Realized that it was actually 600 instead of 700 because of Daylight Saving Time ending.
615 - Left Padanaram Harbor.
800 - With seas rough enough to be a little too exciting, a long day becomes a short one. We tie up in Cuttyhunk harbor.
arggg me maties, these seas too high says I.
The Cappy says: "Click here to see a chart of our progress." (Also look at yesterday's Times for a chart of our first 3 days.)
The debut of the first item in our line of Slowly merchandise! This one-of-a-kind trucker hat will surely turn heads when you pull into truck stops on your own slow journeys. More exciting items are on the way. Keep tabs at click here.
What a (Cutty)Hunk!
A Safe Harbor Provides Relief After an Educational Morning.
Charlie Chaplin - guest Editor
After easily conquering the first few days on our voyage we thought nothing (well, not nothing, we just thought we were tough) of the 20-25 knots winds that we would be facing outside of Padanaram harbor. We thought that with a long day's run we would find ourselves relaxing at Nana's house (Hannah's grandmother) in Essex, CT while Monday's storm passed over. However, we had gotten ahead of ourselves. This trip is supposed to be about taking our time, going Slowly, right? So we said forget it to the 2-4 foot waves (which are actually more like 4-8 when you're in them), and to trying to hold onto flying objects while looking ahead so you don't take a wave to the side and really rock. This was after Tim said goodbye to his breakfast. After an hour and a half of profound moments at sea we slipped into the lee of Cuttyhunk Island.
Cruising just off season is great because we get to stay places for free. Cuttyhunk has a mooring field with over a hundred perfectly lined up buoys, yet all were empty when we approached the marina. We tied up at the dock, after looking at our four neighbors fishing and ferry boats to figure out how to handle the large pilings instead of the cleats on the dock we are used to.
After reading up on where we were and figuring out how far we had gone for the day (12 nautical miles), we were happy to hear another guy getting off his boat saying "it's big out there". Exhausted from the watery gauntlet we had passed through we hunkered down for an early morning nap. When risen we took a good look around us and decided that it was not at all a bad thing to be hiding here.
Cuttyhunk is a small island west of Martha's Vineyard and east of Block Island and the Rhode Island sound. We do not know what the population is, but at this time of year we are guessing it is about: 30 (we saw about 20 people leave on the little ferry boats). We took an easy 2 hour walk around, peering at the views of surrounding islands and saying hi to the guy we ran into three times in three different locations. He was driving a golf cart. This is the island of golf carts. Some people have two golf carts, others have six wheeled sport utility carts, others drive ATVs and some just stick to your classic, run of the mill, go get your ball golf cart. [.....? -Ed.] Who could ask for anything more?! Keep thinking small Cuttyhunk!
Living the luxurious life that we do, we enjoy only the freshest ingredients in our food. To provide this, we have a small garden on board. Most of the summer, it lived outside, but given the poor weather, and frequent salt water showers, we have brought our babies indoors for the time being. Contained in our 5 gallon buckets (and other receptacles), we have: Basil, Sweet Potatoes, Thyme, Mint, Tomatoes, Winter Savory, Rosemary, Marjoram, Marigolds, Spider Plants, and a wee cut of Jade. Some plants have actually done quite well. We attribute this largely to Miracle Grow.
Animal of the Day
Woolly Bears! or the "Banded Woolly bear," Isia isabella. Yes, this little guy does turn into a moth (orange with black spots), but more often you will see him crossing the road in front of you in late fall as a black and auburn fuzzy wuzzy. The story goes that you can tell the severity of the coming winter by the length of his black coloring. Naturalists will tell you the amount of black tells of his readiness to hibernate. We will tell you that no matter how much black they have this year, our winter will be warm!
For dinner we had Prince Rotini with scrambled eggs, garlic, onions, red peppers, cheddar and fresh basil from our garden.
Wine Review - Sangiovese, di Majo Norante, 2002. This is a dry red wine, tanniny with a bit of a bitter end, much like the dragon on the label which is being killed by St. Georgio.
A two and a half propeller wine:
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