My brave and intrepid friend Sheri is on an adventure unlike any I will ever undertake. She’s the chef on the schooner Isaac H. Evans this summer. In July I visited her while she was in port overnight in Rockland, Maine. I was able to stay on the boat all of 10 minutes before I needed to disembark, otherwise I would have been feeding the fish over the side. Add that to the insanely tiny quarters and it’s clear the pirate’s life is not for me!
Greetings in the boat house.
The Isaac H. Evans, sails down, at dock in Rockland, Maine.
My friend chef Sheri Sullivan, descending to her kitchen.
You go down to the galley backward, on what you would call an embellished ladder, not stairs.
Sheri in her “kitchen”! Many years ago I traveled cross country with Sheri for 6 weeks, camping in national and state parks along the way. The deal was she would cook and I would clean up. It was the best 6 weeks of my life in many ways! So it’s not surprise to me, but still tremendously admirable, that she can cook what she does in this little galley kitchen on a wood fired stove.
Sheri’s bunk, right next to her wood-fired stove.
The captain’s cool storage area for maps—it’s above her bunk.
Sheri & the Isaac H. Evans
Being the land lover that I am, I slept in a tent. On the ground. A few feet from the ocean.
The view from my digs.