Fog Much
June 29, 2013
There is fog and then there is FOG as in not being able to see the top of the mast or barely the bow of the boat kind of fog. That starts to be the norm as we head north but today it is here. This marina has a cooking area where everything but the food is furnished. That means grill, plates, utensils, condiments, even foil are in a very nice patio location, right next to the hot tub. That’s right, hot tub! It is easy to see how a crew might just get stuck here for, oh say, forever. Anyway, the fog thingy started as heavy mist while I was grilling the first steak I have had in weeks. I “got r done” before the mist turned to drizzle. Bear is a lobster fan and when we provisioned the other day, she chose one for this dinner. The critter had been living in the fridge contemplating his fate. She did not have the heart to do the deed so she asked me to deliver it to the boiling water. We steely-eyed killer types have no difficulty doing that. When I got back aboard, she already had the critter prepared for her dinner. As we watched a party on shore spool up, we enjoyed dinner in the best ambience: Café du Why Knot complete with a glass or two of vino from a box of Chateaux 5:30. Scurv enjoyed some added treats of fake bacon.
We thought we would ease on out of here and get back to anchoring as we move east into Buzzard’s Bay and the Cape Cod Canal area but the fog is not cooperating. As we exit the Bay, most likely tomorrow, we will sail the eastern side of one of the islands in the middle of Narragansett Bay to see Newport from sea. Hopefully, we will be in New Bedford soon and close to the Cape Cod Canal. Passage through the canal must be timed with the tides and one is allowed only 2.5 hours to do the ten miles into Cape Cod Bay. Time it right and it is no big deal. Time it wrong and who knows what the penalty is?

Picture is Wickford Marina clubhouse