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Our voyage has taken us up to Massachusetts and Maine and back down through Long Island sound to City Island, a little known part of the Bronx. There have been serene moments coasting soundlessly through calm waters, lively sailing days surfing down waves, and stressful hours navigating blindly through white curtains of fog. We’ve found safe harbors in storms and friends and family for company. How lucky we are to live in this floating world, close to nature witnessing the daily rising and setting of sun and moon.<\/p>\n
Tropical Storm Ophelia kept us marooned in City Island for 12 days. Lashed by wind and rain Nancy J bounced and swung to and fro at her mooring. Several friends came to City Island to keep us company. Unable to make it to Baltimore for a scheduled flight to San Diego for Kenny’s daughter Kai-lee’s wedding, we changed flights to depart from LaGuardia. Nancy J<\/em> will remain at the City Island Yacht Club until our return. Our old sailing buddies, Lou and Jane, have welcomed us into their Nyack, NY home until our flight to San Diego on October 5th. Hopefully the weather will cooperate upon our return and allow us to proceed to the Chesapeake Bay before snowflakes start to fall.<\/p>\n I was inspired to write some haikus to accompany our recent photos after studying my brother-in-law’s book, 36 Ways of Looking at Mount Rainier. <\/em>In it, Tim Ahern accompanies his 36 paintings featuring Mt. Rainier with haikus describing the scenes.<\/p>\n Block Island to Mattapoisett, Mass Onset, Mass The Canal<\/strong> Gloucester, Mass Maine City Island, Bronx — Collective poem by Amy and Kenny Our voyage has taken us up to Massachusetts and Maine and back down through Long Island sound to City Island, a little known part of the Bronx. There have been serene moments coasting soundlessly through calm waters, lively sailing … Read More<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"kt_blocks_editor_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[3,2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-172","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-boat","category-crew"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/clickbert.com\/NancyJ\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/172","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/clickbert.com\/NancyJ\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/clickbert.com\/NancyJ\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/clickbert.com\/NancyJ\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/clickbert.com\/NancyJ\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=172"}],"version-history":[{"count":12,"href":"https:\/\/clickbert.com\/NancyJ\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/172\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":233,"href":"https:\/\/clickbert.com\/NancyJ\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/172\/revisions\/233"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/clickbert.com\/NancyJ\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=172"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/clickbert.com\/NancyJ\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=172"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/clickbert.com\/NancyJ\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=172"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}Sailing Haikus<\/h3>\n
\n<\/strong>Ciao, forest of masts
\nWind comes astern, rock ‘n roll
\nDodging regatta<\/p>\n
\n<\/strong>Gale forecast spreads fear
\nOnset harbor warm embrace
\nFamily comes. Joy!<\/p>\n
\nCape Cod Canal–Woosh!
\nFlying on current to bay
\nWhere have the whales gone?<\/p>\n
\n<\/strong>Gloucester Fishermen
\nLie deep in watery graves
\nHopper paints grand homes<\/p>\n
\n<\/strong>Gliding through still seas
\nRocky pine scented islands
\nGolden hour magic<\/p>\n
\n<\/strong>City Island main street
\nThe place where New England and New Yawk meet
\nChildren, dogs, drunks, and mobsters
\nShrimp, clams, scallops and lobsters
\nLocal fishermen at the Snug bar boast of their catch
\nTime to batten down the hatch<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"