The next morning, we were encumbered by a schedule when we motored out through the Gloucester breakwater and headed toward Provincetown, about 40 miles to the southeast. We wanted to be in Onset, at the far end of the Cape Cod Canal, on the next day, Saturday, so there was no chance of waiting for wind to blow us there.
The Sea was slick as oil, with gentle swells, and in the sky sunshine filtered through thin clouds.
We reached Race Point -- the northern tip of the Cape -- at mid afternoon and rounded the southern tip of the hooked beach off Provincetown an hour or so later. The beach was remarkably unpopulated.

It's about three miles from the tip into Provincetown Harbor, where we expected to find Tom Gilmore's boat Cailte anchored. We spotted her from a mile away and made straight for her, anchoring about 150 feet to her north. Later, Tom joined us in the dinghy for an examination of the Provincetown wildlife, which is mostly nocturnal. After dinner and ice cream, we dinghied back through an anchorage dotted with derelict-looking craft that may well have been occupied dwellings.