Day 11

31May2008

The end of May. Wow. And here we are in Vermont. Spent today writing letters and postcards - waiting for the storm to pass. Water is calming, but the thunder and lightning continues to crash down and the rain is torrential. Theoretically this will blow by in the morning and we will paddle northward once more.

Here is a photo of the little cabin we are crashing at - this is at Aqua Vista here on North Hero. These folks are very accomodating and incredibly generous - once again, we meet amazing people...

Cranky Pants is on the deck contemplating the infinite nature of the abyss. Deep thoughts.

Weather: STORMY

Wildlife: just a bunch of partying folks down at the local inn rocking out at a wedding...

"I must go down to the seas again, to the

lonely sea and the sky,

And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer

her by;

And the wheel's kick and the wind's song

and the white sails shaking,

And a gray mist on the sea's face, and a gray

dawn breaking.

I must go down to the seas again, for the

call of the running tide

Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be

denied;

And all I ask is a windy day with the white

clouds flying,

And the flung spray and the blown spume,

and the seaguls crying.

I must go down to the seas again, to the

vagrant gypsy life,

To the gull's way and the whale's way where

the wind's like a whetted knife;

And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing

fellow-rover,

And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over." ~John Masefield