Bryan was making dinner. One side of the stove was out of fuel so he began to add denatured alcohol. I said “Bryan, turn the other burner off. When I tried that the stove caught fire.” Bryan replied “Well, you’re not a pro, I’m a pro at this.” No sooner had he uttered the words […]

Once again a rainy morning gave way to a mostly sunny day. We left Rockland and around Owls Head, where I waved over a nearby lobsterman to ask if I could buy two lobsters. He dropped two lobsters into our dinghy and said, “no charge!” I asked if he had a way to play CDs, he […]

Rob and Marcia were taking their motorized dinghy to shore about the same time we were getting into our rowing dingy, so they offered us a tow. The first person we came across on shore was none other than Captain Jim Sharp, creaor of the Sail, Power and Steam Museum, and former owner of the […]

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 […]