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Today started as lovely as any day you can imagine. The sun rose in a clear sky, there was only a gentle breeze, and we left the river on an ebbing tide to sail to Mystic, where we will leave the boat for the next two weeks.
This odd combination of attached cottages was Katherine Hepburn’s summer place. It sits at the mouth of the Connecticut River.
Our sails were set ‘wing and wing’ for the trip east. Unlike last Friday, when there was not a single other boat on the water with us, today there were plenty of sail boats and power boats out to enjoy a beautiful weekend. There was a flotilla of fluffy cumulus cloud vessels in the blue sky, and the water beneath us was almost the color of the Caribbean.
House on “Little Dumpling” Island in Fisher Island Sound.
Entering the Mystic River.
Bob’s big chore on arriving in the Mystic River was to find the sunken lines on a friend’s mooring which we could then use until our return. Bob got in the dinghy with his grappling hook and began dragging the mooring field near our friend’s usual spot. 
Hours went by….Bob made a few phone calls to our friend in Florida who owns this mooring. More hours went by.
Just before the sun sank behind the trees on shore, Bob finally had the mooring up in the dinghy….probably the worst mess I’ve ever seen. There was still work to be done adding lines and a float, more work to be done cleaning the dinghy and Bob. We may have to throw away his clothes! It’s 8pm and we’ve had nothing to eat all day. Neither of us feels like going ashore for our last dinner as planned, and cooking at this hour will be Spartan at best.
Tomorrow will bring its own challenges as we struggle home with large duffle bags in a variety of transportation modes which will include a dinghy, two trains, and two cabs before we reach our car. Is this the fun part?
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