Leave her, Johnny, Leave her.

It's over. The schooner is in her winter harbor, everything not nailed down (and some things that were nailed down...) has been removed from the boat and stored in the dock buildings. As we sailed back to the dock for the last time on a beautiful October morning, the captain remarked "Our lives are about to change so much" and they have. When I took off my chef's clogs in April they felt like they were molded perfectly to my feet and the most comfortable shoes in the world. After six months of bare feet or flipflops, the clogs feel oppressively heavy and awkward. I'm trying to take a few days to relax and decompress, but I'm already itchy to find the next adventure.

I wasn't able to blog the season like I had hoped, but I still intend to put my thoughts and impressions in writing here. It will probably take the form of short vignettes in no particular order. Names and places will be slightly fictionalized, not so much to protect anyone as to ensure that this blog isn't at the top of anyone's google results. I don't by any stretch intend to write a tell-all expose, but I also don't want to impinge on anyone's marketing or worry about what prospective guests might think about what I have to say. Rest assured, though- if you know me and know Rockland, you will know exactly who and what I am talking about.

My season on the Eyes of Kevin's was eventful, to say the least.

Stay tuned.