When most people think of the tiny seacoast village of Mystic,
Connecticut, they think of the movie, “Mystic Pizza,” starring Julia
Roberts (and debuting Matt Damon). Yet when they visit this maritime
community located half-way between New York and Boston, they find a lot more than
pizza!
Included in National Geographic’s 100 “America’s Best
Adventure Town” list, this historic shipbuilding district straddles both
sides of the Mystic River and took its name from an Indian word, “river running
to the sea.”
Mystic, with its scenic views of
tall ships, islands, lighthouses, and secluded coves, has attracted such
legendary honeymooners as Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall and continues to
attract tourists from all over the world. It is a place where those who cross
the oceans gather to swap stories and repair their boats. It is also where
famous explorers are born, visit, get married, or sadly, embark from on their
way to becoming lost at sea.
Aside from the picturesque Mystic River lined with the Greek
revival homes of noted sea captains and Mystic Seaport’s 19th century village, exhibits
and ships, visitors can experience quaint shops, nationally reviewed
restaurants, and the Mystic Aquarium & Institute for Exploration, where the
discoverer of the grave of the R.M.S.
Titanic, keeps his home office.
Like the ancient Greek historians who compiled "The Seven
Wonders of the World," I too, with the help of locals, compiled a list of
seven, awe-inspiring “must-sees” in Mystic.
The following in an excerpt from my book, Mystic Seafarer's Trail:
1 Wanted:
Epic Adventure
Shortly after stepping out of my new home with my hound for our first
stroll through the historic seacoast village of Mystic, Connecticut, a woman
pulled over in her van and yelled, "Excuse me."
Assuming she was a tourist wanting directions to Mystic Pizza or some other attraction, I
wasn't prepared for what she really wanted to know.
"Do you realize the back of your skirt is tucked into your
underwear?"
What a debut in my new hometown—I don’t think this is what National
Geographic meant when they named Mystic one of the top 100 adventure towns
in the United States.
Once recovered from my wardrobe “malfunction,” I continued toward
downtown Mystic with Bailey, a beagle/basset hound mix, to embark on a new life
and shake off my old, sedentary landlubbing ways.
No longer did I want to be known as the lady who always talks about
losing weight but never does it. No longer would I sit around daydreaming about
becoming thin and famous so I could hire someone else to clean my house. I had
a real shot at it now that I lived in a place where I couldn’t help but fall
into a swash-buckling adventure—the kind that might inspire me to write a
bestseller.
Straddling both sides of the Mystic River in the towns of Groton and
Stonington, the village of Mystic takes its name from an Indian word, “river
running to the sea.” With its scenic views of tall ships, islands, lighthouses,
and secluded coves, it has attracted such legendary honeymooners as Humphrey
Bogart and Lauren Bacall. It is a place where those who cross the oceans gather
to swap stories and repair their boats. It is where famous explorers are born,
visit, get married, or sadly, embark from on their way to becoming lost at sea.
To launch my career as an adventuress, I decided to walk Bailey to the
haunts and homes of such celebrated adventurers as Amelia Earhart,
the first woman to fly solo across the Atlantic; Dr. Robert Ballard, the discoverer of Titanic’s watery grave;
Rear Admiral Richard E. Byrd, the
first aviator to fly over the South Pole; and Captain Nathaniel B. Palmer, who accidentally discovered Antarctica.
Now was the time for me to join their ranks,
to start living life on the edge. Maybe I could become thin and famous like
Amelia Earhart. Like her, I am fairly tall, my middle
initial is M, I have a gap between my two front teeth, and until I looked it
up, I couldn’t spell medieval either (more on that and her wedding day later).
Unlike Amelia, I wasn’t skinny, but that was about to change. I would stop
lying around reading about adventurers and do what it took to become one.
My husband, Jim, and I were transferred to the Mystic area by his
company, which meant I had to quit my job as a full-time writer for a college
and search for a new one in a community revolving around life at sea—not easy
for a confirmed desk sitter like me. Finding the area already teeming with
underemployed writers and publicists, I was grateful when my former employer
hired me back as a consulting writer. Although freelancing allowed me to work
from home in my pajamas, it offered no retirement benefits—hence the need to
become famous. Being famous not only helps pay the bills, but it gives you an
edge when trying to accomplish other goals.
Now was the time for me to follow in the path of prominent authors such
as Herman Melville who went to sea on a whaler (a
ship designed to catch whales and process their oil) when he couldn't find a
job. Although he deserted and had to live among cannibals for a time, he found
the inspiration to write his first novel. Further sea adventures, which included
mutiny and learning about a whale that rammed and sank the Essex, led to
the creation of his magnum opus: Moby Dick. I, myself, could barely get through this “Great American Novel,” but
somebody obviously likes it. And now that I lived within walking distance of
the Charles W. Morgan, the last wooden whaleship in the world, I wondered if that was a
sign. Perhaps I could enlist as a deck swabber on its next epic voyage. The
house we purchased was adorned with a brass, whale-shaped door knocker. Now
that had to be a sign.
If following in the footsteps of a whaling writer didn’t work, there
was always the chance I could get famous by finding a dead body—just like
Bailey and our older daughter had. Although it didn’t make her into an
international celebrity, I use it as a party stopper whenever I want to be the
center of attention. Of course, I should really find my own body, preferably of
a well-known person. Celebrities are always coming to Mystic to film movies or
vacation.
Since I couldn’t count on finding a dead body, famous or otherwise, I
decided to start small. First, I planned to compile “The 7 Wonders of
Mystic”—something quick I could shout to the tourists who rolled down their car
windows asking what they should see (besides my underwear).
National
Geographic’s website suggests that Mystic
adventurers bike what it calls the 25-mile Vineyard Loop that includes “some
hairy climbs that stops at two of the best wineries.” Hairy climbs? I hoped to
get thin, but did I have to go uphill to do it? I thought not.
Instead, I would conquer a trail of my own design—one that would avoid
hills where possible—and call it the “Mystic Seafarer’s Trail.” It would
include “The 7 Wonders” (once I figured out what they were), plus the stomping
grounds of legendary explorers, heroes, traitors and shipwreck survivors—as
well as those who went down with the ship. With so many potential wonders to
consider and adventures to try, I had a lot of ground—and water—to cover. So,
every afternoon, I checked my skirt and off Bailey and I went to follow a scent
of our own...
“You will laugh out loud at Lisa’s adventures in this part travel guide, part historical reference and completely hilarious tale.” Bree Shirvell, Editor, Stonington-Mystic Patch
“Author Lisa Saunders has mastered the art/science/gift of writer-reader communication. She’s not writing at you; she’s talking to you…no holds barred. Her frequently disarming candor evokes reader reactions ranging from chuckle to head-shaking laughter.“ George Nammack, Long Island Boating World
“With a keen, self-deprecating wit, Saunders tells the tale of each of the 7 Wonders [of Mystic], beginning with Wonder #1, the whaleship Charles W. Morgan.” Windcheck magazine
“Lisa Saunders has written an engaging and solidly researched narrative which should capture the attention of all who are interested in early New England history and the traditions of the sea that were one of its foundations.”
David S. Martin, Ph.D., Professor/Dean Emeritus, Gallaudet University, Washington, DC
“I found Lisa’s anticipation of her sailing adventure just plain entertaining and could relate to her internal dialogue, misgivings, and somewhat grandiose fantasies. She is a person worth spending time with.” Ann Kuehner, LCSW
“I laughed out loud on a number of occasions. It’s interesting, humorous and touching.”
Glenn Gordinier, author of Surfing Cold Water: A New Englander's Off-Season Obsession
“This book is a splendid way to tie Mystic's history to life today—a bridge from the past to the present—for any age.” Lou Allyn, Masons Island
“An historical—and sometimes hysterical—look at Mystic. I can’t wait to visit!”
Marianne Greiner, Illustrator, New York
“Entertaining, witty, informative—and cute! It covers a range of topics from personal loss to finding life, history and new friends.” Kristin Hartnett, Executive Director, Laughworks, Mystic, Connecticut
Excerpt about
Wonder #1: Whaleship, Charles W. Morgan
Lisa Saunders is an award-winning writer and T.V. co-host living in Mystic, Connecticut, with her husband and hound. She works as a part-time history interpreter at Mystic Seaport and is a member of the Mystic River Historical Society. A graduate of Cornell University, she is the author of several books and winner of the National Council for Marketing & Public Relations Gold Medallion. She is the Congenital CMV Foundation parent representative. Lisa can be reached directly at saundersbooks@aol.com. Her work and availability for speaking can be found at: www.authorlisasaunders.com.
Although the majority of the country’s wooden ships built in the mid-1800s are gone, some are enjoying their retirement years in Mystic. One in particular is not only history-making, but a sight to behold. In the Mystic River, near the corner of Isham and Bay Streets, without any argument from the locals, is the first official Mystic Wonder—the Charles W. Morgan—the last wooden whaleship in the world.
Even Governor Dannel P. Malloy loves the Morgan and designated the 2013-2014 academic year to be the "Year of the Charles W. Morgan" in the State of Connecticut.
The Charles W. Morgan is presently undergoing restoration at Mystic Seaport. In its long career, the Morgan witnessed floggings, stowaways, drownings, desertions, amputations, burials at sea, and men who took the “Nantucket sleigh ride”—a high-speed whaleboat ride sometimes given by a harpooned whale.
If one touches the Morgan, launched during the height of the whaling industry in 1841, one is not only touching a vessel that has survived typhoons, hurricanes, crushing ice, stirrings of a mutiny, and an attack by Pacific Islanders, one is also touching a movie star. Featured in several films, including Steven Spielberg’s Amistad with actor Morgan Freeman, the Charles W. Morgan can be viewed in her (a ship is still referred to as “she” even if it has a male name) original role as a whaling ship in a 1922 film playing inside Mystic Seaport.
Visitors to the Morgan will not only see the industry side of whaling, like the brick furnace used to process the blubber into oil, but they will also see the personal side, such as the captain’s cabin that includes a private “head” (toilet to the sea), sitting room, and a gimbal (always level) bed installed by a captain so his wife could sleep comfortably despite the pitch of the sea.
When actor William Hurt climbed aboard the Morgan to prepare for his role as Captain Ahab in the TV mini-series Moby Dick, he sat on a sailor’s bunk with Mystic Seaport staff members and talked for an hour about what life aboard a whaleship must have been like. “This is the only place in the world where he could have done that,” said Matthew Stackpole, the ship’s historian.
The Morgan arrived at Mystic Seaport, A19-acre maritime museum, in 1941. Having been in a derelict condition for several years, Mystic Seaport’s shipwrights got her back into shape. Since then, approximately 20 million visitors have crossed her decks. ...
