Click to view the full chart In a semi-awake state I noted the boat was rocking considerably, shifting my weight from side to side. I struggled to shirk the unwanted consciousness and keep sleeping. When the brightening light and continued rocking willed me out of bed, I saw the night’s calm had been replaced by …
Click to view the full chart In the morning, after our best efforts to sleep through too many twilight boat wakes and the sound of a hard plastic mooring rapping on the hull, we went back to the town dock. Andrew paid for the night’s mooring. It actually did not belong to the town, as …
Click to view the full chart The row to the dock at Lunt’s Dockside Deli was long; we passed a surprising number of fellow transient sailboats in the harbor. The town of Frenchboro sits on either side of the shallow cove; steep hillsides provide good views even to houses far from the waterfront. A small …
