CAPTAIN'S LOG
Departure from Boston Harbor
August 19, 2002
A photo of the lonely wife left on
the shore longingly awaiting the return of her sailor.
Actually, she is saying to herself,
good riddance.
A little help to get away from the
dock. Notice the canvas used as to not mark the white hull of
eagle.
Our escort out of Boston Harbor.
A sign of the times. Yes, he is locked
and loaded and was serious about his business.
Once at sea, sail stations are called
and the sails unfurled.
One of the reasons I wanted to travel
aboard Eagle was to witness the true art of the sailor. This is
the way the oceans of the world have been traveled for hundreds
of years. To watch the young men and woman climb those masts was
always an impressive experience.
Eagle is manned and
sailed as the old sailing vessels of a hundred years past. This
is one of the reasons I wanted to have the time aboard Eagle.
No power winches here, Heave - Ho.
Teaching again. Navigation this time.
Hands performing the
same task as hands aboard ships for hundreds of years.
I have always enjoyed the process of
navigation. To watch the process and the implementation of the
course directives was a finely choreographed procedure.
Our first beautiful
day at sea.
The best to you, shipmates
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