Week 3 for Me!
It is Saturday of week 3! This past week was more than a bit challenging for me. When we were in New Bedford visiting with the Lochs our intention was to sail to Block Island on Monday. As you read from Eric, that did not happen! We were holed up for 3 days and nights in Saconett Harbour,RI. There was nothing we could do and nowhere we could go! The boat rocked and bucked like an unbroken horse. I entertained the thought of taking gravol just to survive!
On Wednesday, I told Eric we needed to leave and at least try to go to the next port. We were getting low on all provisions and the Captain had already decided, without my input,that indeed we need to split 😬. I had bought UHT milk that doesn’t need to be refrigerated until it’s opened,for emergencies, I had that on board in case we were stuck like we were and we used most of that up as well. We were out of bread, eggs, and all kinds of other basics. Eric was able to make the morning coffee and keep the Wench happy with the last of the milk( sort of)🙄.
We sailed a short sail to Newport RI, this sail again was in search of the holy grail called the sun and saw it once we moored up. It was a rough sail (what’s new🙄) but as we entered there was Mr Sun. He has kept hidden the entire 3 weeks, I’ve got to have a heart to heart with him. We need to get on a better relationship because right now I have felt we have a legal separation 😩 and that is not what I had planned on this adventure. We went to shore and got a hamburger for lunch that was beyond delicious and groceries.
Eric felt the next day would be a good sail to Mystic Connecticut. Well the Galley Wench begs to differ. It was cold! My layers were an undershirt that my mother in law had given to me which I thought would be good for when I visited Kait in SK in November! Ha,I swear I have worn it 18 of the 21 days that we have been on this journey. I also had a long sleeve tshirt over that, a winter coat with the beloved rain coat that we bought in Portland over everything and I was STILL a bit chilled but semi-comfy. The sail to Mystic was a heavy rain, cold and brisk winds, so halfway to our destination I felt it was time to break the news to the Captain that this journey will be a one of. If ever he thought he might want to this again he should recruit a more willing crew since this old babe would not be on board. It was acknowledged by my dear Captain.
We arrived in Mystic on Friday afternoon and today we were tourists on Saturday. It was a much needed mental rest. We are anchored in a community dedicated to the whaling, sailing and shipbuilding community. Part of our mooring fees gave us 2 passes to the community that can be compared to Kings Landing of the sailing world. Our feet are tired but our Spirit rested and regenerated. Before anything opened we had a shower, did laundry and visited two consignment stores. One was a clothes consignment store, since Eric ripped a pair of his pants on our way here and a marine consignment store where he got a new bilge pump for a great price.
Mentally, emotionally and spiritually it was a great end to a trying week. The Lord has challenged me to rest in Him and not anticipate what might be. I have read how Josiah the child King just trusted that the God of Israel would indeed walk with him and reveal Himself and lead him to be a good king. For me not taking charge is and has always been a difficult walk. I do desire to lay down everything and to be at peace and content with what He has for me. Now some of family have a bet that I will not last 6-8 weeks! In the natural I would agree and If I do go beyond that it will be all to whatever God is doing within me. 🤣
Love you all and am sure this journey has more great stories and adventures in store. Blessings and talk to you soon.
A boatload of blessings on you, Val. Reading of your trial of wind and wave on the mooring made me want to reach for the Gravol here in my quiet, stable, ever-so-safe but a tad boring bunk in SJ. The orange fast-acting Gravol is a life-saver, but the slow release long-acting ones are wonderful when you know you will be in the galley….long term relief, in my recollection of those far-off days on the Kyrie or the boats of friends. Really enjoying your blog. Hi to Eric, keep warm (I think of Ronnie and Willa feeding kindling into the tiny wood stove in the Sally) and accept this promotion to Galley Queen….none of this wench stuff!! Love,
Enjoy reading your sailing along the New England coast. My sympathy to be rocking for 3 days and nights. At least when I get off the G. M. ferry after 1 1/2 hour sail, its over.
I can recoop.
My husband hopes you have a sea anchor. For extreme wind to keep your boat upright.
Blessing to you as you go on this epic journey.
Charlotte
A trying week Keep going Val, you will soon be in those nice waters! The mountain climb is never easy, but is worth it when you get to the peak. Think of the beautiful winter you are going to have
Val and Eric, better weather will vastly improve your outlook. We were lucky in 2008 as we had moderate weather all the way to Georgia.
6-8weeks, Val I’ve never thought for a moment you would not complete this adventure. Its not you to not complete something that wasn’t challenging. And now i learn there’s a bet on how long you would last!
I am sure, if nothing else, you are praying like crazy for extra strength and resilience to beat the 8 weeks and go all the way, just to show the 8 weekers what you can do with gods guidance.
BTW who’s playing 6-8, I want to bet against them for all the way. I’ll make money on this bet.
Pat, thanks for the encouragement and yes I’m a tough old nag who would just show my kids up because I can! Life is better without being in a harbour for days and being thrown around the boat. We do still have those moments but they are shorter in duration. You can bet against Nat and Martha they are the doomsayers and betting my demise. Sending love to you and your wife my Irish friend.