You've got to be glad the Chinese invented fireworks, I think. At the end of Windjammer Days, the Committee that puts the celebration on, bought a wonderful big fireworks display and ended the party. It was grand.
But there is nothing like sailing your own boat in amongst the big guys, as we did on Tuesday, in the Antique Boat Parade. While there was absolutely no wind except right up against the shore, motoring around is a lot easier in a parade than sailing - though I think we could have done it. Though maybe not. It's tough to back a big boat up under sail.
My person-powered fog horn was a great hit as we motored through the parade route, and since Priscilla was launched in 1965, we were right in the middle of a line of lovely power and sail boats. It was a short, but sweet event, capped once again by some dolphins guiding us back into the Damariscotta on our way home. I think it is mother and baby and perhaps a nannie or two. There were quite actively having supper as we passed on by.
The windjammer parade day was foggy at best until just at the beginning of the parade, and the then the skies lightened and you could see the boats. And, of course, it was clear for the fireworks - a wonderful omen for the summer!
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