|Three Mile Harbor in the mist|
where a provisioning crisis develops.
I found myself wondering why we even do this. The ugly thought that perhaps it was time to fly home crept into my head. This listlessness of having no plan was making me totally irrational. I mean really, had we been on a one-week charter, the decisions would have come bang, bang, bang. Instead we found ourselves caught in an endless loop, circling around a decision like an old dog trying to find exactly the right spot for a leisurely nap. We must have asked each other, "Where would you like to go?" a dozen times.
|Give us today our daily jolt.|
|Riding out a cold front in Pipe Creek, |
in the Exuma Cays with lots of pink protein aboard.
The first dozen hams were terrific. Then they began to be less so. With a month left on the cruise, twisting the little key to open yet another of these pink, salty, hunks of protein was an act of courage. In the face of a mutiny where the captain sided with the crew, we traded dozens of tins for paper backs, spare parts and fishing line. Invited over for a sundowner, we would bring along a thoughtful gift, tied with ribbon to make it harder to refuse. We returned to the states with only two tins in the locker, proving that the formula works, since we didn't run out. As for those last two hams, it was like tomatoes in August. No one would take them, ribbons or not.
Now in East Hampton we did have one ham in the locker -- of recent vintage since twenty years later the sight of a tinned ham invokes nostalgia rather than revulsion -- but we were envisioning how we would make do without the really important anchors to our day: a dark brew to start and sweet munchies before bed.
|Anita stows for our departure. |
I've learned to include her in the decision.
|We find a relatively deserted anchorage|
in Salt Pond, Block Island, RI
After all that decision-making we learned that Ron and Jayne, friends that we met years ago in the Bahamas happen to have made a trip to New England. They have graciously offered to join us in Wickford, RI, and will arrive by car.
Here's the plan. We'll do lunch in town and then it's off to Stop N Shop for us. They, being cruisers, know the importance of coffee, cookies and candy so they'll be patient while we grab the essentials.
|Wickford, RI, Town Dock. |
Tendril is ready to receive our gifts.