Wonderful to wake up to the sound of lapping water and then to have coffee up on the bridge and listen to birdsong….and nothing else.
Sam Sifton (NY Times food editor) had a lovely piece in a recent column of his. A line of poetry from Jim Harrison: “At dawn I hear birds, clearly divine messengers that I don’t understand, yet day by day feel the grace of their intentions.” I’d say that goes for their soaring flights, steep dives to the tops of waves, patient wading and all around beauty. I’ve been entranced by them on this entire journy. (And I hear bird song MUCH later than dawn!)
Alas, our trip has been diverted back to Oxford. Engine trouble. The pesky port engine continues to devil us. This time it is a fuel pump. Looks like we’ll be stuck in Oxford for a while because a part has to be ordered….the weekend intervenes…..and we’ll wait.
Thinking about renting a car and heading to St. Michaels and maybe Baltimore. Not what we had in mind, but have to make the most of it.
And, on top of all this, our nifty system for air dropping photos has suddenly stopped working. So we’ll figure out something and post photos later.
Sorry to hear that you are trapped in Trappe Creek. However it does sound like there could be worse spots. On the whole your cruise sounds dreamlike & wonderful.
You are completely right! We did make it out of La Trappe (ironic name, non?) going at very low speed and limped into Oxford where there is a good marine repair facility. There are definitely worse places to be stranded than Oxford! Beautiful beach. Lovely restaurants. And a terrific ice cream store!!