Our Odyssey from Capelo-Azores to United States Of America

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To get the free app, enter your mobile phone number. Would you like to tell us about a lower price? Learn more about Amazon Prime. This book is the story of Manuel Leandro Goulart. It follows him from his birth, in, on the island of Faial, Azores, Portugal, to his immigration with his wife to Massachusetts in , to now. He talks of his family and we learn about the life on the island of Faial, Azores before, during and after the Volcano at Capelinhos erupted.

We hear of the life of Whalers in the 's 40's,and 50's, as well as the farming and livestock that needed to be cared for. The story about the families on the island during the eruption on September 27, is fascinating. Immigrating to America in with his wife was not easy.

It was difficult to get the required sponsors and then after arriving, not being able to speak the language made it difficult to find work. They lived with family in the beginning but soon rented their own place and started their life together in the USA. We hear of Manuel's time in the military, trips back to Faial and 2 children and eventually about grandchildren.

He retired in and wintered in Florida starting in Families in this book have shaped our lives and helped the poor of the Village in the Town of Capelo, Faial Island. Some remained in the Village after the Volcanic eruptions This is a story of the Village of Capelo, now and then and who lived it. Read more Read less. Kindle Cloud Reader Read instantly in your browser. Product details File Size: April 24, Language: Related Video Shorts 0 Upload your video. Customer reviews There are no customer reviews yet. Share your thoughts with other customers. Write a customer review.

Feedback If you need help or have a question for Customer Service, contact us. Would you like to report poor quality or formatting in this book? Fortunately the new dink is small enough to squeeze in behind the miscreants and side-tie to the dock. Quite a number of restaurants are here, as well as access to the "T" and a large CVS for essentials like milk. A longer walk brings you to the trendy Seaport district.

Our dink squeezed in behind other boats. Dock at left is the four-hour dinghy dock.

After we got settled in and re-calibrated, we met up with our cruising friends Erin and Chris, who have a condo right on the water. They once again graciously accepted a number of packages we needed delivered, including our regular mail drop. Getting to their place involves tying up at one of the aforementioned unofficial landings. The landings are rough, with no cleats, fenders, or rub strips, and we have to tie to the side with the protruding steel frames that ride up and down on the pilings. Three years ago, in our war-torn old dink, we just tied up, maybe put a little chafe protection out, and did not worry about it.

With our shiny new dink, costing four times as much, there was no way we were going to just let it bang up against the dock, possibly damaging the tubes on its very first real outing. We were late for our first meetup while we stood off the dock noodling on how to tie up. Eventually we decided to deploy our new bungee anchor.

Louise stood on the dock holding the painter, I backed away as far as I could and dropped the anchor, then she pulled me back in to the dock to disembark. We tied the end of the painter to the dock and the bungee held the boat just far enough away to avoid damage. We arrived in Boston just ahead of Labor Day weekend, and, just as the last time we were in town, there were fireworks, this time on Thursday evening.

Also as last time, we had friends aboard, inviting Chris and Erin over to watch the show, which is on the "wrong" side of their condo building. We had a great time over a bottle of wine, and we got to see how the new tender performed with three and four adults aboard.

Vector is in the distance, just in front of the farther Nantucket. As seen from Seaport. On Friday the Dylan Cooper finally left, and we immediately weighed anchor and moved to the very NW corner of the anchorage map. Being further into the No Wake zone, and also close to the fuel dock at Harbor Fuels as well as the Lightship Nantucket, the wakes here were somewhat less than where we had been.

We were thankful to move just before the holiday weekend, which was already a zoo on the water.


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Amusingly, there is now a second Lightship Nantucket in the harbor, across the channel. Boston Harbor on Friday before Labor Day weekend, from our deck. And lots and lots of pleasure boats. Part of the chaos on the harbor over the weekend involved the USS Constitution, which was taken out for its annual "turn around" cruise, hip-towed by a large commercial tugboat.

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They cruised all the way to Fort Independence, where canon salutes were exchanged, and then back to their berth at the Charlestown Navy Yard. We were able to see the entire cruise right from our deck. We were very glad to have moved when we did, because two other ATBs arrived in our anchorage; across the span of two weeks we saw each of the three twice.

Three years ago we had the anchorage to ourselves the entire time. I'm not sure what's changed, but clearly the ATBs have discovered this anchorage, more protected than the more distant President Roads anchorage. All told we spent two full weeks in Boston. We dined at perhaps a dozen different restaurants as well as the Boston College Club, and in addition to Chris and Erin, we also met up with local friend Liz who had joined us for the fireworks last year, and Louise's goddaughter Tatiana, who was in town from California to visit a college chum who is now at MIT for grad school.

This latter visit had us going to Cambridge on the T. A literal brick-and-mortar Amazon store, in Cambridge. There is a disturbance in the force. New this visit, we also landed a couple of time in East Boston, where we found a nice, inexpensive casual Italian joint di Parma , a good pub Mavericks , a gas station we could walk to there are none in Boston proper , and a large Colombian community.


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  4. The waterfront is being redeveloped and the area is gentrifying, with thousands of high-end housing units that enjoy the same spectacular view of the Boston skyline that we had from Vector. Our first visit to East Boston was on Saturday the 8th, and we were surprised to find more fireworks after our return home; some in the general direction of the North End and Charlestown, and some in the direction of the Old Bay.

    We never learned the reason, and our attention was soon diverted by a mayday call from a party boat in the area of the Harbor Islands.

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    These are still the Labor Day fireworks. I took a lot of pictures. There are harbor cruises every day in Boston Harbor, of all stripes, from one hour sightseeing jaunts to full-on dinner cruises. Party cruises are nightly, but on Friday and Saturday nights they kick into high gear, and we often hear live music or wild DJs from halfway across the harbor. The Mayday came from one of the largest, the 1,passenger Provincetown II. Just about halfway through their two-hour itinerary, which leaves the inner harbor and loops through the harbor islands before returning, on an alcohol-fueled party charter themed "Get Lei'd at Sea" and featuring seven DJs, a 21 year old man decided to climb on on the aft rail, and fell overboard.

    By the time the alarm made its way through the crowd, the ship had traveled several hundred feet further, and a security guard jumped in after him. The flyer for the cruise. We heard the man overboard call as well as the play-by-play of liferings deployed and the man briefly being seen in spotlights.

    I kept the search channel on until I went to bed; his body was found by sidescan sonar in 45' of water some six hours after he went over. My few social media posts during the event earned me a call from the Boston Globe Saturday, but I had nothing substantive to contribute. Provincetown II at her berth at the World Trade center after the incident.

    The high-speed Provincetown IV, at left, relieved the II on scene so they could return their passengers to port. I did take two nice long walks around town by myself. A spent a short time on the Common before crossing to the Public Garden , where I missed the Swan Boats by just a day or two. It was a beautiful, warm day for my first walk, but on my second walk a few days later the weather had suddenly turned chilly and damp. I started at Columbus Park, where an arts festival was in progress; fewer than a dozen people took seats on the lawn to take in the live music in the cold.

    One of the numerous art installations on the Greenway. The greenway is chock full of interesting public spaces, including art, splash fountains, playgrounds, picnic areas, and lush lawns. I looped through Quincy Market and Faneuil Hall, and had a somber walk through the Holocaust Memorial, pausing to place a stone on the granite monolith.

    The Frog Pond on Boston Common. I looped around to the old waterfront just downstream of the dam, and ended up running into a tournament at the campo de Bocce. All a canonical Boston experience, and yet I passed few tourists other than at Quincy Market. Tourney at the Bocce courts. One if by land, two if by sea The Old North Church. On the project front, I finally replaced the ensign staff. When we bought the new tender in Weymouth, they had the right sized staff in stock and I bought it, only to find it was way too loose in the mount.

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    Perhaps the mount is a weird Canadian size rather than the US standard of 1. I ended up cutting off the necked-down section at the bottom, fashioning a crude lathe using a cordless drill, and created a new neck of slightly larger diameter. Three coats of teak oil and some pad-eyes and it's all done and in place with a brand new ensign. In the course of all this, I found quite a number of quality control issues with the rigging of the tender. That ended up being a big chunk of a point warranty service list. My old Bell Labs bones immediately zeroed in on the Bell System logo. We wanted to get the selling dealer in Weymouth to knock off the warranty issues before we left the area.

    We bid farewell to Chris and Erin after one final lunch ashore on Monday, and started to make ready to head back to Hingham in the afternoon. This whimsical carousel is on the Greenway. Our decision to stay put was soon confirmed, as we noticed the tugs supporting the dredging operation in the channel bringing their loaded mud scows over near us and tying them to the nearby abandoned piers. We surmised the conditions were too rough for them to take them out to the disposal area outside the harbor. One skipper was clearly driving around the piers with his load, unsure of where to tie; the dredge tugs come with the dredge from out of town.

    Best shot I could get of the Holocaust Memorial, very moving. Somewhere in the process of all that I heard a horn close aboard; I looked up to see a loaded mud scow headed right for us. I quickly switched the radio from 16 to 13 and hailed the skipper, asking if he was honking at us. He asked if we were under way "I saw you moving.

    I guess my anchor day shape, anchor light which was on due to the stormy conditions , and AIS status of "anchored" were insufficient for this yahoo I was afraid his keel or prop was going to catch our chain. Old South Meeting Hall. The decision to postpone gave us an extra morning in Boston, and Tuesday was a beautiful day, so we decided to go ashore for a stroll.

    As I was in the tender getting it ready, a USCG small boat with a caliber machine gun mounted approached close aboard for a chat, reminiscent of our " suspicious boat " incident. I asked about the cal and they reminded me it was September 11th. The date alone is cause for elevated security in the harbor.

    They quickly assessed us as not a threat and continued their patrol. This privately owned public park provides seating cushions and a lending library. It was an uncharacteristically high tide and water was flooding over the harborwalk on the south side of Fort Point Channel. We had a pleasant walk, stopping for an afternoon beer at Liberty Wharf. That's where the aforementioned dock is; while we sat there two guys in a sportfish tied up, walked right past the iron ranger without a second glance, and went ashore.

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    Rowing club's oars are nearly hitting the bridge. Tea Party museum in background. We weighed anchor in the afternoon, a full two weeks after arriving, and motored the eight miles to our old anchorage in Hingham, where we dropped the hook for the night map. We had a nice dinner on the aft deck for the first time in quite a while, and a quiet night. In the morning we weighed anchor and moved over to the Hingham Shipyard Marina, where we took a slip map. In addition to the mall and the marina, this is also where the ferries to Boston, Logan, and the Harbor Islands depart.

    Anchorages , Marinas , Massachusetts , Repairs. Tuesday, August 28, Boston bound Posted by Sean. This morning found us in a lovely anchorage in Sandy Bay, just off the town of Rockport, Massachusetts map. In this weather, it was a perfect anchorage. Shortly after I posted yesterday we steamed into Sandy Bay, which is really just a bight in the Cape Ann peninsula, with some protection from the remains of a breakwater offshore.

    Most of the bay is a rocky bottom, so we maneuvered in as close as we could to the back harbor, where we hoped for a little sand. That put us just ' from a swim float off the town beach. The view from on deck this morning. Float is closer than it looks. Having the hook down by 3: I spent some time crawling under the stern, measuring for modifications to the chocks, before sorting out how to stow the life jackets, anchor and rode, safety gear, and other necessities in the new boat. I'm still working out the details but I got enough gear aboard to make us legal.

    We're still in the carefully controlled first two hours of break-in on the new engine, so we had to resist the temptation to open her up and see what she'll do. But we're past the "trolling speed only" part of the regimen, so I could at least get it on plane and then pull back to minimum planing throttle. We're pleased the new boat will plane with both of us on the bench seat, and, once up, it did not take much throttle to keep it there.

    Commercial basin at low tide. This is the lobster fleet. Rockport is aptly named, with a rocky harbor that is shallow at low tide. It was dead low when we left for dinner so we swung wide around Bearskin Neck and stuck to the channel. We landed at the town wharf and then walked the town, which, like much of Cape Ann, is a tourist destination for the metropolitan Boston area.

    The main street and all of Bearskin Neck are lined with shops, restaurants, and ice cream parlors. The paucity of bars speaks to the fact that it is more a day stop than an overnight destination. After taking in the entire town, we ended up at Ellen's Harborside , right back at the town wharf, for a casual dinner. I had the lobster roll, in revenge for having to dodge pot floats all day.

    When we arrived back at Vector , live music at the band gazebo in the park was just wrapping up, and people were still swimming at the beach and float. Vector is visible in the background over Louise's shoulder in this shot from the foot of Bearskin Neck. I turned on our fancy new LED spreader lights and spent an hour or so re-working the dinghy chocks so we could load the tender in the morning without committing unnatural acts.

    I had to fabricate a 1" spacer for the starboard side to move the whole stern to port; the new dink, while 10" shorter than the old one, is considerably wider. The "old" dink, in turn, was wider than the one that came with the boat, and for which the permanently welded-on chocks were originally made. We had a quiet and pleasant night, and this morning we hoisted the tender aboard.

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    I still have some adjustments to make on the chocks, but the work I did last night let us more or less drop it right into place. We exited the bay due east, and then turned south inboard of the twin lights on Thatcher Island. It's been a hazy day, not good for photos, but we captured and posted most of this route when we came through here three years ago. As I wrap up the post, we are just entering the North Channel to Boston Harbor, and we should have the hook down in just over an hour or so.

    We'll be here at least a week, and maybe closer to two. It is very nearly glass calm out here today. Seas had also calmed down considerably as we reached the Piscataqua River entrance Wednesday afternoon, a welcome relief after a somewhat bumpy passage. As we approached the harbor, passing the Isles of Shoals to our starboard, an LPG tanker was just weighing anchor offshore and preparing to head upriver. We need to keep 1, yard separation from such tankers; fortunately he finished weighing and headed upriver well ahead of us and pulling away.

    As we approached, though, it appeared there was no place to anchor outside of the mooring field without running into lobster pots; reluctantly we called the harbormaster and requested a mooring. I'm sure we could have fought our way through the pots and found a spot to anchor eventually, but with the river running two knots and after a long passage, we did not want to expend any more energy on it. Ironically, the harbormaster was in Florida when he answered the phone, on some kind of family visit. He assigned us a ball and gave us directions to our spot map.

    Only in Maine, where sometimes the moorings have jars attached for you to drop your money on the honor system. We thought we might stop back here on our way out, but with little to offer, this morning we opted to bypass it. It was scenic, though, in the way that Maine often is, and we enjoyed our one night on a mooring. We were even rewarded with a double rainbow over the lighthouse. Kittery Point from our mooring. Whaleback Lighthouse at right. In the morning we dropped lines on the flood and whizzed upriver to Prescott Park. As we came around the bend abreast of the Portsmouth Naval Shipyard, four or so knots of current nearly spun us around in a swirling eddy, reminding me a bit of our trip down the lower Mississippi.

    Fortunately, the docks at the park are far enough off-channel that we barely had any current to negotiate at the dock.