| the
Hermit
Island Wayfarer Rally Small Point, Maine * August 13-20, 2005 Uncle Al's Scrap Book: Wednesday, the 17th - 3 pics by Julia and Al Schonborn |
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| By the time we were on
the
home stretch to Cundys Harbor ... ..... |
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| ... a lovely NW breeze
had
settled in ... ... |
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| ... mostly ... ... |
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| ... and I got so
excited at
the prospect of getting Lisa, Krystal and Dick in a real
action shot,
that I inadvertently set the camera one click too far
onto "Aperture
priority" and badly overexposed this lot! Rats!!! ... |
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| By now I had noticed
my
error but the chance at a fine close-up ... ... |
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| ... had passed. ... |
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| When the first, rather
wild, puffs came through, André wisely played it safe
and furled
his jib, but ... ... |
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| ... as the breeze
steadied
away, the jib came back out, and ... ... |
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| ... he and Monique
cruised on very nicely. ... |
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| Lisa, Krystal and Dick
one
more time ... |
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| Working boat with sail
at
stern to hold it head to wind while drifting ... |
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| Cundys Harbor is a ... ... |
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| ... lovely little ... ... |
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| ... town. ... |
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| A little zoom action ... |
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| Dick waited at the
busy
dock beneath his chosen restaurant and was finally
rewarded with a spot. ... |
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As was André.
Beside him is Tom Erickson asking us to sail out to
his moored W275 and
release the rudder downhaul so that the ebbing tide
will not end up
leaving his W perched on its rudder - eek! a horrible
thought!! Chuck
and I, meanwhile, have decided that this mooring out
and/or waiting
around in very gusty winds is all too much trouble,
and that we will
just start sailing back to a relaxing afternoon back
at Hermit with the
ladies.
...And a fine ride it was, downwind with the occasional plane thrown in and a bit of breezy gybe practice for Chuck. Lots of space for us at the dock which we reached just in time to hear a gull squawking invective as it pursued this ... |
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| ... bald eagle to its
perch. ... |
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The subsequent
relaxed
afternoon included a trip to the camp pay
phone and a leisurely
call to the
kiddies (aged 17 and 19!) back home in Oakville. After
our essential
early evening Guinness at the Jordans, we were
off to see if the Water's Edge Restaurant
would be open.
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| It was - (l to r)
Chuck,
Ginny, Julia, Al - and provided this lovely view of the
very waters
that ... ... |
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| ... we had sailed
earlier
that day. ... |
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| The NW winds were
still
blowing with undiminished vigour. ... |
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| A lovely meal was ... ... |
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| ... had by all. The
sun had
set by the time we left, but we still had one more treat
in store for
us. In the Kelp Shed, the camp entertainment
centre, we would
get to see, hear and enjoy ... ... |
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| ... The Muddy
Marsh
Ramblers ... ... |
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| ... a local(?)
bluegrass
group that had young and old ... ... |
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| ... dancing, clapping
and
singing. |
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