Arriving before noon, we decided on an early lunch so as not to break up the day later. Mama's Kitchen severed up a tasty lunch as usual. The desert was beautiful, with a fruit tart and fresh pear slice, grape and persimmon.
On the way out, we were each given a present - candy canes in a glass with a thank you card. "Thank You" on my card was in English. Nice touch. Mama's was celebrating their first year in business. We wish them continued success.
Out on the lake, a large flock of ducks was resting on the surface, on their way south for the winter. While we sailed they would occasionally take to the air and flies along the shore before settling again. The left the area entirely by the end of the day.
The title of this post is taken from a documentary movie of the same name. Released in 2003, it follows the migrations of birds in various parts of the world using ultralight aircraft to put you right in the formations. If you missed this film, go rent it or buy it. You can read more about it and watch the trailer here: Winged Migration.
The wind was light, but we moved right along on a broad reach. We switched places so K could take the tiller of Bluesette for the first time. She tried various tacks, running down wind for a bit so I could see what it was like to put up the whisker pole, seeing how high she could point into the wind when close hauled, and practicing coming about. I gave her a hand with the mainsheet now and then, but she was skippering the boat.
As mentioned above, there were birds at the lake that we normally don't see. There was also something missing that we normally do see - bamboo stakes to which nets are tied. Hurray. The season was over for whatever they catch in those nets, so all the rows and rows of stakes which at time blocked our way in some parts of the lake were gone. Only a few stakes remained.
A quiet afternoon on the lake, but a joy all the same. As we headed back to the harbor, a caravan of fishing boats crossed our path - migrating home, like us.
Until next, sweet sailing.