Salt marshes around Fripp and St. Helena sound. The sea, the sky.
postcards from the road
Nice morning after the tow into Cape May Harbor the night before. Nice antidote to all that excitement.
Coffee in a paper cup. Time to kill.
For some reason, cameras make everyone at Utsch’s very nervous. Three times different people stood in front of my lens and demanded to know what I was doing. The last time it was the owner. When I explained, he laughed and gave me a hug.
Never got far from the marina. All this is from there.
Engine trouble at a verrrrry inconvenient moment during the night (more on that later). Got a tow into Cape May for repairs, which won’t take long. A weather window is slamming shut, though, with 10 foot seas and 30 mph winds expected over the next several days.
Fierce headwinds on the nose all day and night, with more and stronger expected the next day. Fun sailing, at nearly top speed, for hours on end. You cover a lot of ground quickly. Unfortunately, none of it gets you much closer to your destination. Progress is verrrry slow.