{"id":1576,"date":"2014-11-02T13:42:37","date_gmt":"2014-11-02T13:42:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.rickcoraccio.com\/boat\/?p=1576"},"modified":"2014-11-02T14:07:53","modified_gmt":"2014-11-02T14:07:53","slug":"stage-harbor-chatham","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.rickcoraccio.com\/boat\/?p=1576","title":{"rendered":"Stage Harbor, Chatham"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"DSCN1026\"<\/a>“There’s no E,” I said. “I see D, F, \u00a0and G all in a line, but not E.”
\n“Hold on please; the Harbormaster just walked in; I’ll ask him,” said the young woman over the phone.
\nWe are circling through an unfamiliar mooring field in Stage Harbor, Chatham, Massachusetts. Thank goodness Ginger Lee<\/em> is nimble and well-behaved in close quarters.
\n“It’s near the shore,” the young womans voice came back.
\n“We just can’t find it,” I answer, and it’s the truth. The XO and I have done this many times: she stands on the bow with a boat-hook; I am at the helm; we communicate through our headsets; she almost always finds her mark. But sometimes a mooring float will sink, or disappear; it does happen.
\nThe phone comes to life again: “Take the D instead. Sorry about the confusion.”
\n“That’s ok, no problem,” I say and bang a youie. The XO snags D’s pennant, drops it over the bitt and we are here! I meet her on the deck for hugs and a look at our new surroundings; It’s been a long ride from Martha’s Vineyard.<\/p>\n

\"D4<\/a>

Mooring D and Ginger Lee.<\/p><\/div>\n

It is a warm summer day. Not the raging heat like last year; it’s just darn nice out. After cocktails we load the bikes into the dinghy and head off to the dock, anxious to stretch our legs on solid ground.\"DSCN1068\"<\/a><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\"The<\/a>

The Harbormasters\u00a0hut with an excellent outside shower, (lower left.)<\/p><\/div>\n

\"Stage<\/a>

Stage Harbor as viewed from the Harbormasters balcony.<\/p><\/div>\n

The first order of business is to check in with the Harbormaster.
\n“How long can we stay on that mooring?” I ask.
\n“As long as you want; it’s thirty bucks a night,” was the happy reply.
\n“Well we’re certainly in no hurry to leave. Which way to downtown?”
\n“Take a right out of the parking lot. There’s a map over there,” she points to a small, grey, pamphlet stand. Susan plucks one out; the XO loves a good map.<\/p>\n

\"Our<\/a>

Our bikes await.<\/p><\/div>\n

\"DSCN1031\"<\/a><\/p>\n

\"Busy<\/a>

Busy downtown Chatham.<\/p><\/div>\n

\"We<\/a>

We found the ice cream shop…<\/p><\/div>\n

\"and<\/a>

and the lighthouse that can be seen from both east and west shores.<\/p><\/div>\n

Back at the mooring, we watch a couple of black seals as they chase down their dinner.
\n“If there’s seals, there’s sharks,” the XO reminds me, as she prepares our own dinner.
\n“We’re gonna need a bigger boat!” Darn it! No sharks today. Tomorrow, we plan to take a dinghy ride through the beautiful Oyster River. My wife has her heart set on sampling some local oysters; hopefully, we’ll find some there. As for me, I am so happy to be here, blissfully floating, enjoying the pleasure of her company, the warm summer breeze, and these calm Cape Cod waters.<\/p>\n

\"Stage<\/a>

Stage Harbor sunset.<\/p><\/div>\n

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