However, when we woke up at six that morning, we were exceedingly close to the catamaran in front of us. Apparently we had not let out as much line on our anchor as he did and he drifted so close to us that we were quite worried. Unfortunately it didn’t seem like anyone was awake on the cat and we couldn’t see its name to hail it on the radio. After we fretted about it for 30 minutes trying to come up with alternatives, the owner appeared on deck. We had hoped that he might pull himself up but he didn’t offer to do so. He only agreed to keep an eye out as we tried to pull up closer to our anchor and let out more scope or just pull up the anchor and move. We chose to do option two. So with Lynn at the helm, Jonny at the anchor line and the other boat owner ready to lower his fenders to protect his boat, we managed to pull up frightfully close to the cat, pull up our anchor, and quickly pivot away without hitting him. It was a close call. Needless to say we neglected to get any photos of it in frenzy of the moment.
That maneuver sealed the deal for us and since we were now wide awake we decided to head out and brave the elements. We bundled up for the cold with our heavy duty rain jackets and two additional layers beneath them. Heading out of Naragansett Bay we encountered very rolly seas with 3 to 4 foot swells and a following sea. We hobby horsed uncomfortably for a couple of hours until we reached Point Judith once again passing the summer “cottages of the rich and famous along our way.
At that point we were able to turn westward and were now in the lee of the north wind. From then on we had a much more comfortable, but still chilly passage.
We had been contemplating going to Stonington, Mystic or Noank and we chose Noank because Lynn hadn’t been there, plus it looked to have a protected cove where we could anchor. At 12:40 we dropped the hook in a cove next to promontory that looked like it might have a church and cemetery on it. Most noteworthy was the amazing stone seawall.
We took the dinghy for about a mile into the tiny village of Noank which is actually a part of Groton. We put our name on the waiting list at Ford’s, a popular local spot for lobster right on the waterfront.
While we waited for our table, we strolled through the hilly village filled with historic homes many of which had fabulous water views. We even saw some with huge Biden signs which was a nice surprise. We often see boats in marinas with large Trump flags!
We had a delicious lunch sitting on their outside terrace which was more like a dock. Great Rhode Island clam chowder and yet another delicious lobster roll for Lynn and lobster bisque and a cod sandwich for Jonny.
Afterwards we walked some more throughout the town. When we have these big lunches we always get away with skipping dinner and partially justify our indulgence by taking plenty of long walks! Noank provided a great opportunity to do both!
As we were walking Jonny was searching for the home of his childhood neighbor who had moved from New London to Noank. The father was the publisher of the Norwich Bulletin, a local newspaper. Jonny was delighted to find the house, a most extraordinary one to say the least!
That night while watching the news, we learned of Ruth Badger Ginsburg’s passing, a big loss for the country and her family and the unfortunate start of yet another nasty political fight.
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