Remembering…..

It was September 2001 and we were living aboard out sailboat, Connemara. As fall approached we were moving down from Maine and back toward the Chesapeake Bay. We'd had some wonderful weather, lovely anchorages, fun explorations of coastal communities. As we followed the geese south-ish we were so enjoying this live-aboard adventure!

On the 10th we had one of the best sails of the trip, then motored through the Cape Cod Canal and anchored in Onset Bay for the night. On September 11th we had breakfast, watched a little bit of The Today Show before pulling the anchor and taking off - it must have been about 7:45 or so in the morning. The day was absolutely perfect, blue skies, a perfect wind….Connemara moved gracefully through the water. It was the kind of sail that every sailor dreams about. Hour after hour of wonderful conditions. We were gradually heading toward the East River and NYC…..my sister and niece were going to fly in, meet us and travel along for a couple of days. Life was good.

We dropped anchor in Apponoganset Bay, South Dartmouth, Massachusetts about 3:00 and Dave jumped in the dinghy to go to town for a few provisions. I lay on the settee enjoying my book.

He came back quickly. We turned on our small television and watched over and over - the Twin Towers were gone. We were stunned.

Today is the 13th anniversary of this horrible event. A remembrance of the day Americans no longer felt safe. The day we all realized that big oceans on either side of our country did not cushion us or protect us from anything. The day any false sense of security was wiped out within a matter of hours.

It's a day that everyone remembers - and knows just where they were and what they were doing as the planes hit in NY, Washington DC and Pennsylvania.

We were sailing on Narragansett Bay.