Returned From Where Our Journey Started: Marion, MA

The birds were chirping and the sun shone in the morning so we went for a walk on Cuttyhunk past the new solar farm to the saltwater inlet where they seed oysters, piling beach plastic into piles above high tide. We ate lunch aboard Juno and were amazed by how quickly the harbor had filled up with boats while we were out walking. Fortunately those anchored close by did not preclude us from picking up our anchor.

Cuttyhunk filling up on a sunny Saturday

In crossing the 18 miles to Marion under sail, some intense storms approached so we had to douse our sails about half-way to Marion and motored the remaining distance.  But the sun came out and so we enjoyed a celebratory gin and tonic in the cockpit after we had secured Juno to her mooring and took in the familiar surroundings - about 100 other masts on moorings, an outdoor wedding underway at Tabor Academy, and cries of an osprey overhead. We headed to Burr Brothers Boatyard for a hot shower and walked to the Brewfish restaurant to celebrate our successful return and the end of our Bahamian adventure.

One cell we managed to dodge

... and another

Our old friend "R 8" at the entrance to Sippican Harbor moorings

One last display by Mother Nature

We did it!