On the Boat With Wendy's Parents

We're on a very full flight to Seattle. We're still sitting at the gate at Logan airport. Others are boarding, but we already have our seats.

We had been on Wendy's parents' boat since Monday morning. Yesterday, they drove us into Boston where we got in the car with Marcy and we drove to their house in Swampscott. They live in a very quaint neighborhood, and their house is really cool--built in the twenties, it has both a finished basement and a finished attic, so they have lots of different rooms that fit different purposes.

Being on the boat with Wendy's parents was very relaxing. I can see why they enjoy it so much. We were going to sail to Nantucket on Monday, but the winds were too strong and we couldn't be sure when we could sail back. I think that's the main reason why I would choose a motorboat over a sail boat--sail boats are too reliant on the wind to tell you where you can and where you can't go. We ended up staying the night not far from where they keep their boat moored, and Wendy and I got to jump off the boat and swim to a sandbar. The next day we went to Nantucket, which is about the preppiest place on earth. Bill and I went to the whaling museum, which was very cool. The museum is housed in an old candle factory. There was a room devoted to the Essex sinking, and they even had a first-edition account on display. While we were there, I also got to see the Athenaum, where I flipped through a first edition of Melville's "Benito Cereno."