We pulled out of Plymouth with our heads swirling about myth versus fact. But enough about the past...what about the present. The weather forecast was good for our 43 mile trek to Boston. However, we have learned to be wary until we see for ourselves.
We idled out past the the last buoys of Plymouth harbor and turned North toward Boston. The sun was out and the waters were calm (1-2 foot waves) so we enjoyed a great ride into Boston Harbor. The skyscrapers of the city provided a great backdrop to the ferry boats that crisis-crossed our path into the Charles River.
We pulled up to Constitution Marina at 11:15 as the thermometer climbed into the 80s! We tied off and started stripping off clothing that we had worn for weeks. Every inch of Invictus was wet and dank from the big rains in Plymouth. She, and we, cooked in the Boston hot sun. The CMO was sunning on the aft deck. She looked at us with those dog eyes that say, "Why didn't we come here sooner!"
I have to pause here and say that, in truth, Olive's passion about my life dream is waning. I think the squirrel chasing of Martha's Vineyard reminded her of life at home. We've worn the flesh off of her right rear paw. She's peeing on artificial grass on the bow. The seas have been rough, the water cold and she's wondering what's next. Maybe she's worried that we are gong to the Bay of Fundy. The Chief Morale Officer is losing her ability to raise our morale. It happens.
To that end, we decided to leave her on the boat while we walked the "Freedom Trail" from North Boston to the Boston Commons. We had some sober moments studying the monuments to the lives cut short by the "insurgents from the South."
On the way back to the Marina we found some little markets to provision the boat. Quincy Market has evolved into an endless string of corporate fast food outlets, which is sad. We found what we needed in basement, ethnic groceries along the way in the North End.
On Wednesday, one of Linda's favorite co-workers from Harvard Pilgrim Health Care came to the boat for lunch. He brought lots of alcohol and sweets, but we would have loved him anyway. What an accomplished guy. He's written a book about Boston history that is being converted into a screenplay. He's already working on a science fiction novel. Wow. No wonder she liked working up here.
Later, Linda's former in-laws came by for cocktails on the boat. Then we walked a few blocks to dinner under the obelisk commemorating the defeat of the British. We had a great evening talking about current affairs in Boston and Chattanooga. Chattanooga seems to be winning in the past few weeks.
As warm and inviting as Boston was, the trip must go on. The weather forecast says the winds will be out of the East tomorrow, which will blow cold air over the land and cool everything down by 20 degrees. It will also stir up the seawater for our trip to Maine.
We went to bed wondering what Thursday would be like. I had loaded four different routes into the trip computer so that we should have options based on what the North Atlantic had in store for us.
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