As someone who was born, raised, and lived most of her life within an hour of the Atlantic Ocean, I suddenly realized that I had not been sailing in six years and just had to get an ocean fix. Try as I might, I could not think of anyone I knew who currently owned a sailboat. The fact that I now live in the desert didn't help much, I might add. So I decided to do something I had not done for over 20 years - go on a windjammer cruise. The internet revealed that the schooner I sailed on before had been donated to a museum, so I did some searching and came up with......
After a flight to Boston and a 4 1/2 hour (scenic) bus trip the next day, I arrived in Camden, Maine. A short Taxi ride (that duffle bag was heavy) put me on the dock and I discovered that Camden was little changed from my last visit long ago.
Unfamiliar noises woke me early the next day, so I climbed on deck to partake of a daily ritual - hot cinnamon buns made from scratch (or some other wonderful fresh bread) and coffee.
This was not breakfast. That came later with the kind of foods Aunt Bessie used to serve to the farm hands. Only better. Not just one, but three kinds of quiche, oatmeal, scrambled eggs, bacon, ham, pancakes, REAL maple syrup, etc. Then it was time to do the dishes. Any volunteers?
