No wind. Steamy hot. Z doesn't mind because it means he can perch in the (now officially falling apart and desperately needing replacement) stack pack underway.
Our new tramp netting gets a field test with four big Romanians and jumping boy. No other boats out in the still except the cargo ships.
And one ghost ship. Zach decides it's a pirate ghost (of course) as it silently glides towards the horizon.
Our search for a puff of wind ends as the sun lowers on the horizon. Engines get a work out. Crew getting sleepy. Boat seems to be tugging back towards her slip, ready for rest.
Mama finds an empty expanse of deck space and gives in to gravity. This is my view for the journey back.
Staring up and out and dreaming of autumn winds.