Tuesday, 17 June
Five knots has become the norm, the standard velocity at which life moves forward. It’s been that way for a month. There have been spurts, brief bursts of speed when Steadfast has taken her crew at six knots or more but basically, the waterborne world goes by at about the pace of an easy jog.
Until today. Off the boat, up the pier at Harbor House Marina and into a sporty European touring machine, the world changes. Dramatically. We hurtle through space at an insane pace, approaching at times something in the 30-mile-an-hour range. This is insane. Other vehicles rush past at even greater speeds. How can people DO this?
A fishing boat hurries to harbor, leaving behind the only ripples on placid Huntington Bay.
That question was far from mind as Steadfast weighed anchor Monday at mid-morning and slid over the glass like surface of Huntington Bay on a heading of 327 magnetic. The old light off Shippan Point soon could be seen, making an easy target. The channel’s well-marked, leading past the mooring field at Stamford Yacht Club and through the narrow gates that protect the river’s upper reaches.
Put to the test with Sandy, the hurricane gates rose to protect Downtown Stamford.
With decks “desalinated,” water tank topped-off, and laundry un-loaded, JB arrived and the thrilling ride ensued, through Stamford to her home in Darien. Kerry grilled fresh salmon for a delicious dinner on the (stable) deck. But after two delightful evenings, the luxury of sleeping on a still bed, then re-provisioning at Whole Foods and collecting mail-ordered items, it’s time again to get underway.
Carl and his staff “run a tight ship” at Harbor House Marina, one of the best values for dockage on the trip!
The bunk’s made, gear stowed and Steadfast is ready to resume her travels eastward. Wednesday’s destination is yet to be determined but the pace of life will revert to the now familiar rhythm.
Five knots.
Steadfast out.
At Sea with Steadfast 
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