The funny thing about trying to sum up a passage is that it was 30 hours lived in approximately 15-minute increments.
Some of those increments? Incredible. Blue skies, flat seas, baby napping in the wrap, hot coffee in hand, tunes playing, heater running, miles ticking down.
Others? Shitty gunwhale-to-gunwhale rolling motion making us all grumpy and hungry because cooking is nearly impossible, overwhelming tiredness (there’s some irony in the idea of Z sleeping through the night while his parents are up every 3 hours on watches), autopilot being fritzy just as the sun set and we were the furthest from shore (and therefore furthest from any bailout options), storm clouds rolling in and wind picking up just as we come out of the Cape Cod Canal and into Buzzards Bay (it was rough when we were here 4 years ago, and apparently that hasn’t changed!!),and the weight of the stress of the last few weeks / days / hours catching up to us, big time.
But! We made it!
We’re tucked into the nicest marina in New Bedford, with staff so friendly you kind of want to stay forever, and a $16/night price tag (including power and water) that is a far cry from the $4/foot that some New England marinas charge!
We’ve found the local diner for anniversary breakfast (6 incredible years married to this guy and it feels like the adventures are just really getting going) and explored the awesome New Bedford Whaling Museum.
Yes, we had some rough moments getting here, and yes, it’s a low of 28°F/-2°C tonight and I’m not sure when our next weather window will appear and how we’re going to balance weather and babies and temperatures and working and getting south over the next few weeks… but that’s okay. The messy middle is what makes for a good story, and we are living the heck out of every day right now.
Life is good.