Congratulations to all of our 2011 Ocean Classroom graduates! I hope you all are adjusting to land life well. The news story of our arrival in South Bristol is online, and you can view the video at this link or just check it out in the column to the right. Notice Ben H slaying the interview and the "fantastic" shot of our pennant flying in all its glory. Now you know why we take flags so seriously!
JP
School's Out!! Finals are over and the students can now spend the week concentrating on sailing the boat and seeing the Maine coast--when the fog lifts.
Only one week until graduation in South Bristol, ME., and final disembarkation. Contact the office with any questions regarding this event at (207) 633-2750.
Dense fog and contrary winds couldn't keep us from the Maine coast. Project Papers are in and final exams have started, and needless to say the students are looking forward to a week of sailing the Maine coast with their shipboard academics over with. All are well aboard!
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Mystic Seaport Museum of America and the Sea
Theo
Like birds our lives take on a migratory path of sorts. We make decision, for reasons that often time we are aware, that direct us to our ports. Years ago when my sister and I were little girls on our way to our grandmother’s house in NY, my mom made the choice to veer off course and took us to Mystic Seaport. I don’t remember this day, but when I arrived here a decade later I could undoubtedly sense I had met the land before. When we went into the endless stretch of barn once used tor twisting fibrous strong into rope, I recognized the sweet smell of ancient wood and sappy wax, and I felt as though I was looking at this sight through child like eyes.
Ben VA
I had a lot of fun in Mystic, CT. It reminded me of home and it was comforting to be there. I had a lot of fun with the sea shanties at the museum. I got a book of them and a bunch of CDs that I can’t wait to listen to when I get home. I’m hoping to sing a few of the songs in the chantey book with my chorus back home, sharing my experience with them.
New York City
Sarah
As we move more slowly through the channel, we enter in the sight of the Statue of Liberty. Her mass, the emerald color seeps into the curious eyes of the students crowded around the bow of Gamage. She symbolizes freedom, patriotism, and America. As one who has not experienced her presence before, there’s not better way to have out first encounter. With all out sails set, our mass appears to contest with the size of the buildings and the Statue of Liberty.
Cree
New York is bigger and better every time I go. This time I was with a very different group of people and in a foreign circumstance than all the other times. IT was strange to have a time limit on NYC. Usually I get a small amount of input as to what we are going to take part in. This time I was just along for the ride. I let my group of fifteen students and three educators sweep me though the streets, carry me up and down escalators, and transport me to subway seats. The grime of the streets adds to the beauty of the concrete and glass city. New York City, town of bright inspiring lights.
Bahia
I’ve come to realize how little time we have left on the boat. Time has become weird to me, minutes seem like hours and hours seem like seconds. These two last weeks are going to pass by incredibly fast. With out even noticing I’m going to be back home. The friendships that I’ve made here are going to last forever. I’ve met friends that I love for who they really are. Here we see people at their best and their worst. I have a lot of good memories to take home with me after the trip. New York was awesome; I wish we could have stayed longer. The streets inspired me and made me feel brand new. I loved spending time in the city. After spending three months in little towns in the Caribbean it was almost like a cultural shock.
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| Central Park, NYC |
After a fantastic stop in New York City and a short sail in very light breeze up the harbor, through Hell's Gate and east along Long Island Sound, we docked along Chubb Wharf in Mystic Seaport this morning. We'll be exploring the ships, exhibits, and grounds of the Seaport and town for the next two days, when we'll be bound for Stellwagen Bank and Gloucester.
All aboard are well!
Author: Ben H.
Author: Edgar Allen Poe
The 0000-0400 watch is an unusually unexciting watch, and standing bow watch, alone, near the fo’c’sle hatch, is definitely the most unexciting hour of the watch. During one such night watch several days out of Charleston I was standing on bow watch, trying to make out what I thought might have been the glow of a light on the horizon when I heard splashing and blowing under the bow. Upon further inspection I discovered that it was a pod of dolphins, but not like those you see in the day. These dolphins streaked along side the boat in glowing trails of bioluminescence, so clearly defined against the black water that you could easily make out their details, especially their half moon trails easily keeping them even with the Gamage. The dolphins seemed to enjoy the disturbance caused by our propeller and often dived below the stern for several minutes at a time, reappearing in a streak of light to jump out of the water, stirring up the bioluminescence even more. Eventually they drifted off, swimming further and further away until all you could see was a faint glow in the water, leaving me once more alone on bow watch.
Author: Will Burke
In many cases it takes a change in ones environment to realize the subtle details that we experience in our every day lives.
We arrived in Cumberland Island after our short stay in Fernandina, which had been our first stop after eleven days at sea. We were to stay there four nights and five days, what seemed like an eternity away from the Harvey Gamage. We loaded up Sherman and ferried ourselves along with our gear to the pier that jutted out from the island. We left the boat with our seamanship skills sharp as well as a sense of excitement for the upcoming week. Our bags were packed with soccer balls, frisbees, sunscreen, and shore clothes; everything we would need to make out time ashore more enjoyable. We walked about a half a mile down the road (something we were very unused to on the ship) to the dorms where we had been assigned to stay. Once our gear was spread out in our spacious rooms with large beds and mattresses, we walked down tot another building. It was and industrial kitchen, a long room outfitted with brand new stainless cookware: pots, pans, knives, serving trays. It felt as though we had walked into the set of Hell’s Kitchen, extremely elegant compared to the twenty-foot galley on the Gamage. We spent the afternoon and night swimming and grilling burgers (Mr. Petrillo’s secret recipe). And it wasn’t until lights out when I realized how different life ashore really is. As I lay in a bed with sheets, a window open, fan circulating air, and the birds and cicadas conversing outside, I realized that the steady rocking of the ship would not be there to lull me to sleep, that the sound of water against the hull would not be ever present, breaking the silence of the still spring night. For the moment, everything was still. For the moment, everything had stopped moving.
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