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August 31, 1999

Center Harbor, Maine, 6:30 AM, wind 4k to calm, clear skies, expected temperature 82 degrees. A beautiful day in beautiful Maine, but now I'm planning to leave September 8 or 9 for the trip south. Just yesterday, temps were in the high 50's and the air was dry with winds from the north. This actually may be the best part of 'summer' in Maine. The clear skies make the views crisp, the gray granite boulders along the shore backed by the dark green of the forest seems closer to the boat than before. Buoys can be seen easily 1 1/2 miles off. Without the humid air, the stars spread from horizon to horizon across the black sky at night. With no wind, the moon reflects off the calm water. The crowds are gone. It even smells like fall, crisp and dry. However, I've heard that winter weather can come quickly here, and I have a long trip ahead. We'll probably power or motor sail the whole way this first time down the coast. With power we make better time against head winds, and especially with just two aboard, the boat is easier to handle. If seas pick up we can raise the foresail and the staysail for steadying while under power. These sails can be managed from within the deck perimeter and that is safer. Under good conditions "Silver Heels" makes 7.5k through the water. From Center Harbor, Maine to Wacca Wache Marina, South Carolina is around 1500 miles.

September 4, 1999

Subject: 'The romance and draw of this old schooner.'

It's morning, about 9:00 am. Sitting in the cockpit of "Silver Heels", I'm expecting a perfect day. "Goblin", a wood Friendship sloop, quietly motors past heading toward the 'reach' for a day's sail. Somewhere behind wooded Chatto Island I heard the rumble of an airplane engine. Over the treeline showed a Piper Supercub mounted on pontoons, and it was losing altitude. I could see the pilot banking and turning, preparing for a nice water landing. He lands. And, he 'taxis' over to "Silver Heels." The Cub's side window drops open, and we have a conversation with the pilot. He's just out for a little Saturday morning flying and "...wanted to take a look at the old schooner moored down there." We talk for awhile, he fires up the engine, and churns his way over to the float at the boatyard. After walking ashore for a few minutes, he takes off, in the boatyard, and flies over Chatto Island heading eastward. He's gone and it's quiet again. I thought we shared a few moments in our lives, fascinated with the other's adventursome ways.

Goodbye Center Harbor. Goodbye Fred, Tim, Andy, Jeff, Giffy, Chris, Rich, Jed, Wally, Phil, Robin, Kurt, Roseanna Sherman, Frank, Steve, Peter, Maynard, Rick, Brian, Postmaster Ken, Kathy, Joel, "Forks", "Rocket", "Molly", Wendy, the Braytons, Lori, HyperMedia, Dick, Jim and the Brooklin General Store. I enjoyed the friendship of everyone , the Brooklin General Store's specials for lunch, the 'Sesquicentennial Celebration', the afternoon sail with Maynard Bray, dinner with Giffy Full and his notes on 'going south', Ann and her two Dicks aboard 'Salt Wind' and finally, all the skilled workers ... each and every one ... who treated "Silver Heels" as their own. Thanks.

Most likely, there will be less opportunity for uploading narratives and photographs as we go south. There are not very many sites where we can get a phone line and gain webpage access. I'll catch up with text and pictures when there is the opportunity.

With regards and best of luck to you all,

Terry

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