But looks are deceiving. It was calm up here at the very tip of Sippican (aka Marion) Harbor, but the trip from New Bedford had been a bash into a NW and seas greater than forecast. Toss in a Yanmar that wouldn't run at full throttle without a wavering RPM and it was a long, cold, Saturday afternoon. The Ericson 26 belongs to an architect friend who is here headed to his mooring. Nan and I headed for the slow-to-come warmth of the TDI.