Liberty will never more be without asylum.
— Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de Lafayette, 1780, A letter to a friend
[avatar user=”blue bronc” size=”thumbnail” align=”left”]By Blue Bronc[/avatar]
Although the weather was thick and warm, a friendly, but hazy, blue sky covered those of use crowding through last weekend’s festival that occupies the dock and yard. There was little room left for the carriages we rode today. There was much joy in the air by our visitors and those of us who live here.
I had my mission, singular in purpose, and I say, selfish. But, back a few moments to my arrival in the district. The poles lining the brick and cobblestone road were festooned with the flags of my country and the flags of our distinguished guests. It was a very stirring sight, one I will carry with me for the rest of my mortal life. This caused a flash of anticipation that is hard to explain. Perhaps it would be described as that moment one has when closing trunk packed with ones belongings for a long journey.
Most of the side walks were filled with Sunday strollers, young couple staring at the windows of the jewel stores, older pairs waiting for friends to join them for a late breakfast meal. The path for me was less than on the rhumb line than as one who had failed to heed last call and was making way to home. No matter I hurried on to fulfill my mission.
“Aye. Can you see her?” My call was to a waterman driving the water taxi.
“Yes. She is there and you can see her from the end of the dock.”
My heart pounded as if driven by the blacksmith’s hammer. This was too much excitement for a morning walk. But, I could not hold back my walk any further. Speed, although my pace is less a walk than a hobble, was my goal. I moved through those less enthralled by the importance of this hour.
I spotted her, a mile out, and enormous. Her graceful lines hid her lethal life. She was anchored in the channel safe from running aground. Beautiful with her sails furled. Hermione was here! High tide in the morning, 0400 to 0500, is when she will move in. I will, with many others, be on the dock, ready to cheer her arrival into Annapolis. Where Marquis de LaFayette led the Revolutionary War troops. Her sailors will march to the graveyard which holds French and American dead together in permanent peace.
Then the good ship will be opened to those of us anxious to view her, to touch her lines and gaze over her bow; to dream of sailing with her. Her life now devoted to good will A long life be her joy.
You can view her pictures and location on MarineTraffic.com
— Blue Bronc is a Trail Mix Contributor