We have been spending time at home for assorted medical appointments and time on the boat for assorted projects. Back and forth, back and forth, here and there. Time at the dock has been gratefully interrupted by little voyages out and about. I’ll say it again, sometimes it does not matter where we are, just that we are out on the water.
We started out towards Napatree in the late afternoon, only to see increasing fog hanging over Watch Hill and Napatree, obscuring it from view. We decided there was no reason to stress ourselves traveling through that channel in low visibility. We ducked into Stonington Harbor and anchored there for the night.
The next morning was bright and sunny so we continued on to Napatree.
Walking the beach at Napatree is one of our favorite things to do, especially during the week early in the season without the crowds. That isn’t as easy for me to do as it once was. It’s not the walking; it is the getting in and out of the dinghy without ruining the custom compression garments I have to wear for the lymphedema.
There were new large pieces of driftwood along the beach, all very bleached.
Watching the osprey —
Sitting among the rocks at the farthest end is peaceful. Every time I sit here, i think abut the houses and people who lived along this long sandy stretch of land before the 1938 hurricane. All gone.
It hasn’t been all play. Al always has a project (or two or three) in the works.
Al is always in demand around the club, hoping with one project or another. He enjoys helping friends out with boating projects or problems. If it’s about a boat, he’s there.
Another little trip took us back to Ram Island to anchor on the east side. Again, early in the season and during the week meant we had the little anchorage to ourselves overnight.
The anchorage is surrounded by rocky edges along the northern side.
Time to head back to the dock after a few days. We took the inside route around the north of Ram island and out the mouth of the Mystic River.