After a week of oppressive heat and humidity, the weather finally cooled down yesterday, our last day in Newport. The temperatures were in the mid-70s, but it was still humid. We won’t complain though because 75 and humid is so much more bearable than 95 and humid.
The cooler weather continued today, although the temperatures rose to the low 80s. Still humid. The weather people keep promising that the humidity will get better. We’re still waiting. But as I say, we’re not going to complain because overall the weather is much better.
So today we set out for Falmouth, Massachusetts, which is located on the ocean side of Cape Cod on Vineyard Sound. The maritime weather report called for south to southwest winds, 10 to 15 knots, 2 to 4’ seas, with fog and rain/thunderstorms possible. The radar showed a swath of showers just to the west of Newport this morning and 1 to 2 nm visibility along the coast. It also showed that we would be heading away from the storms on our course to Falmouth.
We left at 8:30 with some fog but good visibility. We had 2 to 4’ seas, as predicted, but they were mostly rollers. We were cruising with the wind, waves and current all generally running in the same direction so we were able to do about 21nm/hr. As we crossed Rhode Island Sound, we encountered the ever-present lobster pots. How in all that water they always seem to be right in front of us I will never know. As we made our turn into Vineyard Sound the seas settled down and we had a great run into Falmouth without any lobster pots! Is that possible?
We had reservations at the Falmouth Town Marina. Although the wind was starting to pick up, we had no trouble docking. We did our post-docking stuff (connecting to shore power, hooking up the water, checking in with the marina office, etc.) and then proceeded to wash the boat. We were sitting in the cockpit relaxing and figuring out what we were going to do for the rest of the day when another power boat, about the same size as Sea BLyS, came up the channel to dock in the slip next to us. Two dock hands were there to help with the tie up, so all seemed to be fine. I was watching the boat turn in the channel and approach the entrance to our dock area bow first. She was angling in and I thought she was just going to turn around the piling at the end of the slip and go in bow first. But no, she was trying to angle across the slip entrance and then back in stern first. Only problem was she had cut the angle too sharply and before I knew it the stern of the boat crashed into the piling. The woman driving the boat kept it moving forward and there was no place else for the bow of her boat to go but right into the bow of Sea BLyS.
I don’t think Jim and I have ever gotten up to the bow faster! But we were too late. She had hit us. The only good news here is that it was her railing that hit and got wedged underneath our railing. That slowed her boat some so that when her boat hit our rub rail, it did no damage. There was a little paint from her boat that rubbed off on the rub rail, but we were able to wipe that off. Nevertheless, Jim and I were up there trying to push her boat off and to keep it off while she docked the boat.
God what a fiasco! She had her daughter doing the lines, and the daughter was useless. Now I am sympathetic to this because I know what it’s like to not know what you’re doing with lines, but I hope I was never as incompetent as this young woman. She had no idea what lines she should tie or where to tie them. Her mother wasn’t much better. Backing in she came about an inch from crashing into the dock. We stayed on Sea BLyS until that boat was securely tied and her engine cut off. Naturally there was an audience of local fishermen for all of this. You could just feel them rolling their eyes!
After that excitement, we walked over to Falmouth, another very cute New England town. We toured the town. I bought a sun dress in one of the shops, we picked up some supplies at the local West Marine, and got some pastries at a French bakery, which was pretty good. After we got back, Jim worked on our course for tomorrow; we’ll be going to Hyannis for a few days to meet up with my sister, Catherine and her husband. It looks like we’ll be having a beautiful evening tonight, so we’ll head over to one of the restaurants for dinner at the harbor.