Once again, Captain Mark Stover gave us a wonderful tour of what became quite a unique day.
Every year Mark gives me a call inviting me and anyone I wanted to come along with him on his Redhook sea cruiser. This year our daughter Mae was home from New York City just long enough for her return flight to be cancelled, and just in time for a boat ride with Captain Mark. Even mother Susan was able to join us, which is generally not possible. We had a lovely fun ride accompanied by Sabrina and her little cousin Rose, and a young lady named Suzanne who had lost her way to being on board the Virginia from Bath which was captained by her boyfriend. Mark told her that we were going for a toot around the harbor and she would be welcomed aboard. Mae and Suzanne accompanied Captain Mark at the helm.
Now, many people were probably not very pleased with the weather, but you know, weirdo Mitchell is totally in love with the fog. Mark apologized to Mae for the weather and said he was sorry it wasn’t better for photographs. Mae made it very clear that, “my dad loves the fog – it’s his favorite.” And so it goes. I guess it may have something to do with my Celtic ancestry, whatever that is. I had a ball.
When we pulled out of the Tugboat Inn boat basin it was thick fog, and as we made our way south out of the harbor, the fog thickened. By the time we got out to the red nun near Tumbler Island there was nothing to see. I must admit it was a bit strange to be in the midst of a completely empty body of water on what is often a very busy day! We poked around for a little while and Mark fired up the radar to see if there was anything out there. Nada. Then suddenly, out of the fog near Burnt Island Light there was a sign of movement. In a short time, the Virginia slipped into view. The only other thing we could barely make out was the tower on Burnt which blended into the fog perfectly.
After a short amount of time, we swung back toward the inner harbor and the fog began to brighten as more ships came out of the mist. That’s when I made today’s image to share.
While we coasted toward the footbridge, just inside what I always think of as Dean Morrison’s mooring for his beautiful lobster boat, several vessels came into view. It was a black and white day for me so that’s what I chose to share.