Bryan woke up early and saw that we were in about 6 feet of water with the tide to drop another 5 feet. He tried to pull the anchor up to move but to no avail. It was wrapped around a large boulder which had pulled the boat closer to shore. Having visions of another […]

8/24 We arrived at Swans Island to pick up a folding bicycle we had ordered and sent there. Bryan walked to Doug Day’s house, found the bike in the barn and rode it back toward the ferry landing where we had anchored. I stopped on the way back to send me a text on his […]

8/23 We set sail from Bar Harbor to Black Island. We passed a boat race, which was lovely to watch, but we didn’t compete this time! We finally had a nice weather, clouds, and sun scattered and not too chilly.We anchored, watched the rising full moon, and Bryan had to re-anchor as we were in […]

We sailed to Bar Harbor, after hearing about how my sister enjoyed this town. I had wondered if it was called Bar Harbor because of all the bars in the village. Bryan anchored in the harbor just north of town, but as we found that the dinghy dock wss private, we rowed with our folding […]

8/21 We thought the fog might be lifting as we sailed between the islands, but it socked in again for a while. Between us we did well to avoid lobster pots but there was one lobster boat that came into view suddenly as I was hanging washcloths on the lifeline. Bryan plotted our course for […]

8/20 Island state park trail maintenance workers bid us adieu as they went to work aboard their kyaks and we took off towards parts westward, not sure how far we would get. I just learned of a memorial service for a friend in Downers Grove, so our new destination is to get me to Portland, […]

I believe Jonesport is the friendliest place I have ever been. At one time this port had three sardine plants and other businesses that have largely gone away. It does have better internet than elsewhere in these parts, so we returned, again in heavy fog, in order for me to broadcast my Monday Live from […]

A photo of outside this morning would be a white screen, as the fog obscured even the closest island. The little ducks, loons and geese seemed to be happy in this environment, and it was sometimes hard to distinguish them from the lobster pots scattered about. We saw many as we went a short ways […]

We have explored coves on different sides of Roque island, all lovely and very few people anywhere. While in shore, a young hiker came by. She told us that she was almost back home after hiking 21 miles around the circumference of the island. She is a member of the original family who settled on […]