When I'm near the mouth of Blue Hill Bay, and the prevailing wind is blowing, it's hard to resist setting sails into this 12 or 14 mile magical stretch. One of the reasons it's magical is because the masses (the blue arrow), stick to the beaten path between Jericho Bay and MDI.
We set sails, and took the wavy green line this season. The Southwest wind is muffled as it blows over the mainland, the water becomes flatter and boats disappear as you ascend deeper into the bay. I know it well.
The bay becomes more of a lake as Tinker Island slides by. Then you can settle back as Long Island (which is truly long) and the mainland close in around you. We have it to ourselves, again.
Old friends. We have memories.