Tag: Sailing Maine

At Sea on Penobscot Bay

I am waking to the clatter of pots and pans coming down the companionway as Jack and Jerika start on the day’s food preparations. The rattle of the lids on the cast iron range brings back childhood memories of old women’s kitchens in fading, unpainted Victorian houses and the wood cookstoves they fed with sticks of oak, split just so. Looking out from the bow of the Grace Bailey, it feels strange to be moored in Penobscot Bay…