s/v Oriane has
traveled the waters from mid-May until this moment. We have traveled
from multi-layered clothing to tee shirts and shorts back to long
pants and sweatshirts. We have seen many wondrous things along the
coast of Maine this season from Portland to Mt. Desert that can only be seen from
a boat.
Today it’s
raining; it doesn’t matter.
We find ourselves in
snug Perry Creek after Friday’s sporty and speedy broad reach sail
across the bay. Saturday was calm. A day that warned of forecasted
rain that didn’t materialize. A day of exploring the anchorage with
dinghy and paddleboard. A day of wandering Vinalhaven Landtrust’s
A.W. Smith Preserve trails to vistas previously unexplored. A day of
visiting old friends and new; a day of performing minor boat chores.
Today it’s
raining; it doesn’t matter.
Yesterday saw simple
gourmet food passed out of the galley and arranged on the cockpit
table then savored with pleasure and view as if in the most sought after coastal restaurant. Book pages were
turned, music was played and a movie watched.
For me today is
two-score and nine on s/v Oriane.
Today it’s raining
and it doesn’t matter.