My parents called me tonight. They've been off cruising on the boat they bought this summer. All my life my father, a sailmaker, has spent his summers sailing on his customers' boats. It's great that they finally have a boat to head away on where there's no obligation to make sure other people are enjoying themselves. Anyway, they called and said they were in Quahog Bay, just around the point from where we practice. I jumped in the whaler after practice to meet them for a drink. I found my digital camera and goofed around with it, taking pictures of myself while I drove there. When I look at them I gasp a little bit with pleasure. This is my office. This is where I work every day. How on earth did I get so lucky? You can see all the pictures here.
On the way home it was dark dark dark, and the sky was full of stars. You forget, when you don't spend nights on the water, how many stars there really are. I drove back slowly, letting my eyes adjust to the darkness. The air was cold -- not quite frosty, but in the 40s, certainly. Besides a few cottage lights on the shore and the blinking of an airplane going across the sky, it was just me and the stars and the pines, with the quiet breathing of the seaweed on the rocky shores. Beautiful.
Yes, the number of stars I could see while we were anchored out behind Great Misery Island a few weeks ago were amazing. There is just so much less "light pollution" to interfere with our ability to see the smaller, dimmer stars out on the water. :D
BTW, finished Marley & Me at your mom's recommendation... excellent book.
Posted by: AdriftAtSea | September 13, 2006 at 07:09 AM
Is that a Pyr on the boat?
Posted by: | September 13, 2006 at 08:57 AM