Log of s/v Bellerophon

2 bells in the forenoon watch, made way under power to EYC, arrived 2 bells in the afternoon watch. Had a bit of trouble with the alternator belt. Tightened it upon arrival.

We left Potter at around 6 bells in the forenoon watch and headed to Third Beach. Winds increased to 15 to 20 kts off Fogland Point.

Actually this isn't really a photo of Fogland Point, though it should be. This is as the fog settled into Third Beach. We arrived at about 2 bells in the first dog and anchored just outside the channel.





The sloop Barefoot arrived shortly thereafter, with a gaggle of kids onboard. They anchored in a seamanlike fashion, with kids decked out in life jackets. We signaled "CZ" and fired a gun but there was no reply.

All is not lost. Barefoot's crew stopped by on their way ashore to assure us that they had search diligently in every reference book but could not figure out what our signal meant. They were able to decode the CZ, but had no copy of a relevant signal code onboard. They even called their father to see if he knew, but alas they got his machine. We feel confident that their next trip to West Marine will involve the purchase of a signal flag set. Our work here is done.

1 bell in the second dog, set sail for Potter Cove. While motoring through the mooring field, we spied a dingy adrift in the sea. Wells grabbed the cockpit boat hook (first time it has ever been used) and snagged the edge of the dingy. After recording pertinent information, including a description of the boat and its hull number (there was no registration) we towed it back to the yacht club, then called the Coast Guard and the Warwick Harbormaster to report the incident.

We motored to Bullocks, then set full sail for PC. We arrived at about 3 bells in the first watch, had a great meal of burgers and dogs, and retired for the evening.

We returned to Edgewood in the first dog, met some friends of Ragi's, and invited Bill Anderson on board for a drink.

Ragi awoke at 8 bells in the morning watch, Brad 2 bells later in the forenoon watch. Ragi took advantage of the solitude to take a few photos, including this one of a classic powerboat anchored at the other end of the pond. Too bad about the laundry.

4 bells in the first watch, anchored in the Kickamuit River. Great sail over here, winds out of the SE at about 10kts shifting to 10-15 out of the southwest. Gorgeous sunset, wonderful dinner, fewer bottles of wine than last night. The anchorage was almost empty.

Everyone always complains that there are no pictures of me on the blog, so Ragi did the honors.

After a salty night of being over-served, the crew arose early. Well, at least the cabin boy did. The rest of us slept in.

We had an early morning visitor fly close overhead. Hopefully he didn't notice we were all still in PJs.






He may be deprived of Internet access but at least he doesn't have to row back and forth.

The crews of Down East and Lily Jane came aboard for pot luck supper. The original intent was wine & cheese and crackers followed by wine and stuffies and wine and steamers and topped off with wine and steak. 6 or 7 bottles of wine later, only Gabe made it to the steak.









Normally deprived of Internet access, Gabe tries to get his fill.

The wind was honking out of the northwest and gusting to 30 all morning, so we waited unil about 7 bells in the afternoon watch to set sail. We had a gorgeous broad reach all the way to PC, with one or two jibes along the way. We anchored just outside the cove at 4 bells in the first dog and settled in for cocktails. Down East and Lily Jane are following and should be here shortly. A gun salute will greet them.

Awoke at 1 bell in the forenoon watch. We had a little bit of maintenance to do on the main mast, so we asked for volunteers!

We set sail at 2 bells in the forenoon watch and made for Motiva East Providence to check in on friend Scotty, who apparently was not on watch.


We motored to Potter Cove and stayed on the hook for lunch, waiting for the wind. We finally set sail at about 2 bells in the afternoon watch and found the wind off of Sandy Point.


















We arrived in Jamestown at around 6 bells in the first dog. Kara decided she would rather be marooned on a desert island as long as it wasn't moving, so we set her ashore and she escaped by land yacht. The rest of the crew enjoyed a marvelous sunset and the fantastic dinner that Kara made and then was forced by circumstances to abandon.

We set sail in blistering heat and humidity but picked up a decent wind off Conimicut and make for Fogland to await Lark's arrival. That turned out to be a pipe dream (as we suspected it might), but we hope to exchange the appropriate salutes as we pass him on the way home.

The wind switched from a southerly to a northerly overnight as a cold front came through. I was reminded that Fogland is not a protected anchorage in a northerly.