Rockport is tucked just past Gloucester. It’s a small town that relies exclusively on tourism, but it’s always fun to visit. Last time we were here we were tied up to a transient dock waiting for friends to arrive for an overnight sail to Maine – this year was a bit more relaxed.

I had picked up haddock and spinach while were in Marblehead, so we invited Lawrence over for a dinner of grilled fish. As the sun went down we realized we were anchored behind the performing arts center and there was a performance going on so the place was all lit up which we could see through the huge windows they had facing the bay. We got an impromptu acapella performance for just one song before they moved inside and unfortunately didn’t open any windows, but it was still a lovely view.

Sunday morning I made my first loaf of sourdough bread! The oven is original and we realized that the door doesn’t create an even seal, so we jury rigged a tin foil seal and got on with the baking. The finished product was a bit burnt on the bottom given the close proximity to the heating element, but it was delicious nonetheless and I see more in the future….

The rest of the day we spent strolling Bearskin Neck – the one street of the town out over the docks crammed full of shops and artists galleries. We headed up to the library to escape the heat and utilize wifi as we had realized that one of our main tablets didn’t have Maine charts downloaded. After that we hiked to a small point just outside the harbor where we watched a small regatta and just enjoyed the day.

Dinner that night was a takeout spinach & feta calzone from the Rockport House of Pizza. We discovered this place last year and I would go back over and over again. I love cooking on board, but you can’t beat takeout like this every once in a while.

Seas were calm the next morning, so Trip decided to go up the mast to free a hooked spinnaker line. He got a great shot of the deck from the very top of the mast. I’m beyond thrilled to be married to someone who is not afraid of heights.