We were out on the boat again during the super moon a week ago. Having some extra days away from work, we made it up to Stonington the second day. A brisk SE wind had not backed around to the SW like it's apt to, which changed our destination for the night. We decided on Camp Island, snug with the wind coming from the SE, hoping that the wind would not go N NE like it did the last time we anchored here a few years ago in the little claudia. But that's another story.
It was windy past sunset which is not unusual, but also not the norm. There was something a bit spooky about it all. It might have been being so far from home - the coast gets bolder and more ominous in many respects the further down east you go. It was also another example of coming to terms with the fact that we have little control over the circumstance out there, no matter how much we know, how well prepared we are, or positive our thoughts and outlook in life are.
We both woke up in the middle of the night like good cautious and superstitious sailors do. The wind had died and we were still snug in our anchorage.
The next morning, we were afloat and I had forgotten my fears the night before...until now.
Windy Super Moon • 8" x 8" framed to 12" x 12" • $200