Today we arrived in Boston, and boy am I relieved. The quick zip over from Marblehead was less then enjoyable however, due to the cold lashing rain. The squall did make for good winds though and we arrived in Boston to quite an impressive sight. Picture this: Nova watch has the deck. Since the rotation has been a little quirky, Nova had been going for twelve hours straight. Huddled around the aft mast we are cold, hungry and tired. Ahead of us, looming out of the dense fog, is the Boston Skyline. The skyscrapers living up to their names as the tops emerge from above the clouds.
Things only got more interesting as we suddenly realized that we had no idea where in the harbor we belonged. After an interesting ten minutes of “Sightseeing” we were led to our Mediterranean mooring conveniently located in the back corner of the harbour, around the dock, around the derelict house that is curiously perched in the water and of course, right between two of our competitors with barely enough room for fenders. Oh, did I mention we had to do it backwards? With a few attempted and copious amounts of pure skill from our first mate Roy, we eventually slid into our space.
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