NH

We are docked at a fancy marina in Portsmouth,  NH and headed up the Maine coast in the morning.

Leaving Gloucester:

Captain Ralph did the Trump on the bow (remember that dance in Georgia?) and consequently Betsy is leaning to the right (at least part of her anyway): 

Fixed with one swift kick. Boating repair is getting easier now that I get the hang of it!

SimRad binder of information:

Note the absence of a photo. It has gone missing. The Captain used it to figure out how to turn on the fog horn this morning. He thinks it bounced off the counter and out the door into the ocean today at some point. THANK YOU UNIVERSE. Now we can never look at it again! And if my stars align, he will have forgotten how to use that bloody fog horn forever as well. What a nuisance! As if I could hear an approaching vessel’s horn anyway what with the smashing of waves and the roaring of the Cummins engines oscillating through the chassis. The conspiracy theorists among you may think that Ralphie Props had something to do with this, but they would be wrong. I certainly do not recall turning hard starboard as a big roller hit while simultaneously cutting power to the starboard motor and going full throttle on the port to maximize the roll effect which dropped the port gunnel damn near into the water, thus facilitating the disposal of the SimRad binder off the counter next to and out of the port door and into the Atlantic to never be seen or heard from again in my lifetime or the next. 

In other words, SimRad sleeps with the fishes. Don’t cross Ralphie Props.