Friday
breaks foggy, with light rain. Visibility half mile with no wind. Can't
sail in this. So we ride at our anchor, bake a quiche, watch a movie on
the laptop, and wait for the weather. Finally around noon we can
depart. Winds are on our tail and light. We can make between two and
three knots. Four hours later our speed drops to only one, so we turn on
the engine.
Visibility
never gets better than two miles (often less) but we make our way west
and into the Thimble Islands and the pretty town of Stony Creek. The
islands are very pretty pink granite, each one supporting one or more
massive summer homes with immaculate landscaping, personal bridges, and
every house has a dock. The town is just as picturesque with many boats
on moorings or posts and docks. We are told we can tie up to the town
dock for the night, despite a sign that says otherwise. Perhaps they
like the ambiance we add to their waterfront.
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| Rocky Thimble Islands |
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| Homes sprinkled on the Thimble Islands |
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| Gary stands sentinel as we wend our way through the narrow channels of the Thimble Islands. |
Here
we meet with my sister, Sue, her daughter Jessie, and their friend
Becky, who lives in this town. Sue drives us to West Marine for parts,
then they treat us to pizza overlooking the harbor. After a tour of
Eclipse, we retire to Becky's where she generously runs our laundry
through her machines.
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