Our friend and sometime cook Andy Jackson came for a trip and left us with a poem of sorts
As our boat pulls away from the Rockland shore
Captain John and his fantastic four
Soon have us heeled over till the side boats are shimming
the surface of Smith Cove with loons a-swimming.
Tyler and Christa keep the decks all spiffy,
And lead us to raise the sails in a jiffy.
Take it to the pin; don't lose any.
An experience one cannot buy at Reny's.
Sarah and Matthew have mastered the galley,
With too many culinary epiphanies to tally.
As we pass the breakwater's rough hewn stones,
Resuming servitude to our smart phones,
We hail our benevolent Imperial Kleagle
John Foss, master of the American Eagle!
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photo courtesy of Anna Manzano
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Our annual raft up, in Carver's Cove, Vinalhaven. Six hundred twenty five years of history riding to a single anchor.
