Blue Hill was a perfect hide out from the weather. The skies dumped some rain, we had one clap of close thunder, but otherwise we hardly noticed the fierce winds that were on the Atlantic.
|Cruisin' to the town dock|
|Got back to the boat just in time!|
|Stonington is on the right. Highwind is on the left.|
This is getting into Blue Hill.
The approach is a little interesting. You almost get on
land before you make a hard left turn.