Spanish galleon off the New Hampshire coast, Wednesday afternoon. The only galleon class vessel sailing in the world today.
Our boat trip with friends began in the calm waters of Sagamore Creek, Portsmouth, six of us in a 24-foot boat departing from the docks of the Freedom Boat Club (and passing this mallard).
I bought my birding camera, the Canon Powershot SX60.
Heading out the Piscataqua River to the ocean, we passed Portsmouth Harbor Light at Fort Constitution, New Castle on the right, then Whaleback Light on the left.
Some say Portsmouth Harbor Light is haunted.
Whaleback Light is built on a pile of rocks in the middle of the river.
It’s made of dovetailed granite, how New Hampsha.
It’s difficult to land a boat here. We guessed these folks arrived by kayak, invisible to us on the other side of the tiny island.
At the dock they told us about a couple of tall ships arriving that day. We spotted the Spanish galleon.
El Galeon Andalucia is a 170 foot, 495 ton, authentic wooden replica of a galleon that was part of Spain’s West Indies fleet.
The galeón class vessel was an ocean going ship type that evolved from the carrack in the second half of 16th century. Galeóns were constructed from oak, pine and various hardwoods for hull and decking. Hulls were usually carvel-built. Hundreds of expert tradesmen, including carpenters, blacksmiths, shipwrights and pitch-melters worked day and night for months to make a galeon seaworthy.
Climbing the rigging.
Next we headed out to the Isles of Shoals, about 6 miles offshore. First stop: the seal colony on Duck Island.
We watched them and they watched us. I think they are harbor seals.
Also on the island: cormorants.
We anchored in Gosport Harbor, with views of Star, Appledore, Smuttynose and Cedar Islands, and ate our picnic lunch and drank a few beers.
Smuttynose Island, famous for murders and giving its name to a local brewery.
On our way back to the coast we passed White Island Light.
Once again, nice summer clouds as a backdrop.
Covered walkway from keeper’s house to the lighthouse is a distinctive feature.
Speaking of those lovely summer clouds… they transformed into a lovely summer squall with pelting rain. We dashed along the edge of the storm and sheltered in Rye Harbor… where we bought some lobsters for dinner later.
Back at Sagamore Creek, once again it was a lovely summer day.
There is NOTHING–absolutely nothing–half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats. – Kenneth Grahame, Wind in the Willows