Laundry day is the best
I’m sorry vacation has to end, but I’m glad to be going back to work instead of spending next week trying to get an MRI scheduled. She said that Jackson Hole was totally worth it.
En route home from the beach party, we got this great shot of the ruined building across the street from our place. And yes, it’s for sale…
I took one with the moon actually shining through one of the upstairs windows, but it looked so much like a bad high school drama set that I can’t post it.
The full moon beach party winds down. In addition to accordion boy, whose wife by the way accompanies him on flute and ukulele, we were entertained by Kiki and the Fire Gypsies. Of course we were.
On the way home we were musing about how the whole evening was slightly surreal, but then we realized it’s just like Brattleboro.
I didn’t know beach party accordionist was even a thing… But now that I do, a lot of unresolved things in my life suddenly fall into place.
Beach bar
A three-hour tour.
Hoisting the jib. No winches on the Roseway (much winking and giggling) so we all pitched in to raise the sails. As part of the throat halyard team, I can say we totally kicked the peak halyard team’s ass.
The Roseway is a 137’ schooner, originally chartered as a swordfish boat, later a Boston pilot boat (bringing to two the number of former Boston pilots I’ve been aboard), and current home of the World Ocean School, an experiential program for kids who might benefit from some time at sea.
Here in her winter home, she takes people out for sunset cruises, which we did last night, despite a Small Craft Advisory in place. Seas were high enough to be exciting… The biggest waves were maybe 6-7’ crest to trough? Hard for me to judge, but definitely big enough to soak those of us up toward the bow and make standing up treacherous for most aboard.
I’ll post a few more ship pics, because a tall ship in the Caribbean is nothing if not photogenic.
Brattleboro Adventure – the Auckland Edition 