If I were captain of that ketch, right about now I'd be hankering for a piece of BeeBop-A-ReeBop rhubarb pie! Oh yes, we've all done it once, twice, how many times? The captain tries to snug it into shore just a wee bit too close, or forgets to check when low tide is or the wind shifts or.... But no harm done other than eating their dinner at a rakish tilt. A couple hours later the tide floated them off and they re-anchored for a peaceful night.

Stage Harbor at Cape Porpoise. A favorite. So many memories with the boys: threading the needle through the pots clogging the entrance, Little Harbor YC rendezvous, pot lucks on the rocky shore, sneaking through the skinny water in the dinghy to get a big pot of steamed mussels in town. The big sand flat bares at low tide so Meggie can have an off leash scamper without getting away. The tufted rocky island guarding the entrance is one of the first real tastes of Downeast to come. Lulled to sleep by the bleating of the Cape Porpoise horn.
Cruising note: yes the swell does make in a bit.