Womble's Gulf Stream Log - Summer 2001

Day 10 : Friday 6th July 2001

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We anticipate a front bringing more thunderstorms, but fortunately this one actually skirts us and we escape undoused this time. Instead, we creep up the coast until we eventually stall off Scituate, kept company by the Scituate light under which Neil had been married a few years earlier. As dawn breaks over a glassy-flat ocean, we succumb to the desire to get the last few miles done, having psychologically accepted the end of the voyage, and start up the motor. Fortunately, early morning zephyrs ripple the surface, and soon there is enough wind to fill the sails. Peace is restored.

Off Minott Beach, we are treated to the beautiful granite lines of Minott Light rising sheer out of a misty sea, contrasting its stark solidity with an evanescent setting moon next to it fading into the growing daylight. The wind continues to pick up, and we are happy to end the voyage sailing, close-hauled up to Hull, through the Gut, and a fast reach up Weymouth Fore River to Womble's new berth. A delightul welcoming committee greets us on the dock at 0815 hours, and the details of disembarking gear and crew distracts us from the reality that the voyage is over. Womble is back in New England, we're all still healthy and sane, and real life will give us little time to stop reeling and find our land legs.

We did really want to be home, but we all knew also a nameless tugging, calling us on; plenty of food and water, the sun drying our clothes and the wind driving the boat, we were in a rhythm and it felt more disruptive to stop than to go on. Ah well - there's always next time...