Ashore

on Hell Beach.  I don’t feel comfortable telling the location or identity.  All are safe, but

heart-broken.

It’s not just about the loss of a large steel Colvin pinky schooner.  Rather it’s

about lost dreams, abandoned hopes, and disappointment.  One moment is glorious, and the next days and weeks will be wrenching pain.

All fotos taken today by Will Van Dorp.

Here’s a woefully inadequate “just the facts, mam” from Long Island News.  Here are more sordid details . . .  failure to keep watch seems the likely cause.

Here’s more . . . with a fairly extensive set of pics along with a historical context.

OK . . . here’s the vessel.

Bittersweet 2

Three years ago it was my father;  now it was my mother:  she passed on last week at age 83, and I will miss her.  This foto was taken two days ago at Pultneyville, looking north toward Kingston, where her parents are buried.

Near these waters was her home–and mine–for 55 years.  And they shaped us.

Ma, you will be missed, and you’d tell us to push on.

All fotos taken this week by Will Van Dorp.

Stand By

I’m attending to some business involving the Acheron.