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| Provincetown, Cape Cod |
The fickle hand of the weather gods slammed shut the weather window on us again as we motored our way into the wind towards Groten. The forecast changed and called for thunderstorms and gales blowing 45 knots. Fortunately, New Bedford, the old and historic whaling town of Moby Dick fame, was conveniently near us when we decided to make for its safe harbour.
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| Sailing to New Bedford |
Now we wait on a mooring for the wind to slacken so that we can motor over to the customs dock and check in and, finally, get off the boat. We have not set foot on terra firma for six days because we have been flying the quarantine flag and will do so until customs checks us in.
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| Hurricane wall with gate, New Bedford |
We can not wait to explore New Bedford. It is a thriving fishing port and an actual hurricane hole with a large wall across the harbour entrance and a gate that closes against a storm surge. There is also the famous whaling museum and all kinds of sea going vessels to see. But it will have to wait until tomorrow because the wind is blowing too hard to motor over to the customs dock.
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