“The world was all before them, where to choose [t]heir place of rest . . .” Paradise Lost.
As noted in our recent post, so much of the world remains before us and yet it is time for Elizabeth Jean and her crew to rest. Happily, Paradise Village (yep–that’s really the name) has a well protected and very well run marina, ideally suited for our pause. The back boat slips are a distance up the estuary, well sheltered from ocean wind and surges. Our boat closure check list runs to 10 pages, organized by topic (sails, engine, docking, galley, dinghy/outboard). The marina staff is first rate and provides helpful tips on securing our vessel, including references to mechanics and electricians who help us prepare her for four months of non-use. Our cabin thermometer regularly registers 98 degrees. Paradise Village hotel’s swimming pools and air conditioned lobby provides refuge from the days’ heat made hotter by pressing boat chores. In addition, our new friends the Depoes and Faches have given us access to their Paradise Village condo,which has come in handy in some surprising ways.
The albatross spies the marina tucked behind the beach and resort complex.
Elizabeth Jean‘s summer berth is up the estuary beyond the photograph’s lower right hand corner.
Eulalie stands at the far end of our genoa jib (our smaller sail) which is spread on the lawn near the Depoe’s and Fache’s condominium. We could have pulled this off without their hospitality . . .
but it would not have been as pretty a picture