Log of s/v Bellerophon

After a grueling 45 minutes at sea, we motored up the Mystic River creating a graceful logger jam of yachts between the bridges. Finally the bridge opened and we descended (quite literally) upon Mystic Seaport en mass. (note to self -- leave an hour before the rest of the fleet next time).

I'm not sure how I feel about being referred to as "wildlife" but I certainly understand the sentiment.