On de road home. Next stop St. John!

First stop on the way home is Cuttyhunk Island. Remember it? We stuffed ourselves on clams and oysters once again. Can you tell that Jim is away from work. At least for a while!



While sitting at our mooring, a nice looking power boat came up and took the mooring next to us. I looked at the couple on board and didn't think much about them. Then I hear, "Bob, Bob Phillips?" OMG, it's a woman I worked with at FCB years ago. We were great friends but had lost track as time passed. Here she was with her great husband Steve on the maiden voyage of their new boat. Surprise! We had cocktails on each others boats. It was a million laughs. Jim and Steve were very nice to listen to Nancy and I tell advertising horror stories.

The next morning it was off to Newport, Rhode Island. The weather went downhill pretty fast. However we were lucky enough to grab a mooring in Brenton Cove. Lots of lovely boats and tiny houses. Check out the photo at right. Tiny was about 10,000 square feet! We were feeling very Gatsby and Jim cooked a fabulous dinner. Again, we took off early in the morning for our next stop...Block Island. Haven't we been here before?

As we passed from Newport to Block Island we also passed a friend. One of my neighbors was sailing from Block Island to Newport. I tried to hail him, but he was too busy talking to his guests. Whatever. But what are the chances of running past someone from home out in the middle of the ocean? Anyway, back on Block we settled in for a fantastic sunset. Never get tired of those.
Next stop, Mystic, Connecticut. We had some battery issues and made an overnight stop on the Connecticut shore for repairs. No big deal. 

The next day we sailed away in a thunderstorm. Well maybe not a storm, but the first time we sailed in bad weather. After seven weeks that's pretty good odds. One more overnight in Westbrook, Connecticut and we headed home. Would we do it again? Maybe a shorter trip is in order? Who knows? Next stop (in November) is St. John. We love de islands! Follow us!

The island on an island.

 Last posting, I mentioned that we made a trip out to the home of Jim's client. Here are a few shots of the place. It's located on Esther's Island, which is a tiny spit of sand way out on the west end of Nantucket. Can you say Private? The view from the deck is of a private beach and the Atlantic. We brought our lunch with us as we walked 20 minutes out to the house. No car access. The owner has a boat mooring out front. So we assume that's how he gets to the home. But how was it built? Do refrigerators swim?
Check out the outdoor fireplace and the beautiful living room. It's very 'Architectural Digest' to say the least.

So then it was back to reality. And Jim was back at work in Edgartown. A group of 12 meter's boats arrived for a series of racing. These are all older 'America's Cup' boats from years past. Among them were Courageous, Intrepid, Westerly and others.
After Jim's work was well in hand we decided to begin our trip home. We got up early and headed out of Edgartown harbor under a beautiful, but cloudy, morning sky. Next stop...Cuttyhunk.

More work? Not so much.

All work and no play...but you've all heard that before. Finally, Jim got to get a bit of R&R. Here he is enjoying the view from the Wauwinet Hotel way out at the tip of Nantucket. We rented a SmartCar and drove out on a Sunday. Drinks and munchies were definitely in order. Previously that day we we lucky enough to visit a private home on the extreme other end of the island. This is the home of Jim's client. Built on the spit of land called 'Ester's Island' the place is extremely private. We had to make a twenty minute hike on the beach to get there. No cars allowed. We packed a picnic lunch and enjoyed the sun and open breeze. Very quiet and peaceful. The home is the model of 'living off the grid'. Solar power etc. Pictures coming.

On our way back to the boat we toured the town of Siasconset. This is the town famous for rose covered cottages. A true beach town sitting directly on the Atlantic. Here's Bob standing by the local timekeeper. It may be hard to tell in the picture, but the clock is really a giant sun dial. No working parts, just shadows.
Our final stop was to a beach bar/restaurant closer in to town. Once again it was drinks and munchies. All the fabulous and beautiful people were gathering for cocktails. It was fun to see people dress up for a change. No swimsuits and t-shirts.

Oysters anyone?