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 […]
We tooled around for a while looking for a place to anchor with good cell phone signal so I could sign onto Zoom to teach my guitar class. Then found a place on Roque Island with a nice beach where Bryan could paint another stripe on the dinghy while I went for a jog. Watched […]
8/15 We returned to the mile-long crescent beach at Roque. Bryan repainted the dinghy on the beach as I went for a run along the entire length of the beach and a few short swims in the 53 degree water. We brought a black plastic bag with water heated by the sun for a shower and […]
8/14 Our morning wake up call, as usual, was a lobster boat collecting traps. I flagged him down and asked if I could buy two lobsters from him. I passed a bucket over with a boat hook, he dropped two lobsters in and said “no charge.” I was astonished, and passed over a couple […]
In the morning we rowed to the dock and walked to the nearest gas station/general store where they served breakfast. We sat next to a father and son who were also sailors. The son was a music teacher in China. Very interesting to learn about how people maneuver the strict lack of free speech there, […]
You’re welcome to share some moments at the Sweet Chariot Music Fest, as we’ll be sailing northeast towards Roque, Maine.
We zigzagged our way past rocks and lobster pots to Jonesport. As we pulled into port we were greeted by a white-haired mustached man in a rowboat who implored us to join the local sailboat race in the morning, since their sailing club had only a few aging members. We asked if there was a […]
The waves were much more calm today as we sailed from Little Cranberry, along an increasingly more wild coast, to a snug little harbor south of Jonesport. We were doing 6 knots with the mainsail and spinnaker and Bryan was just pointing out some seals when we heard a clunk, and the boat slowed noticeably. […]
We did both get a few winks of sleep as the waves from the tropical depression Debbie tossed he sailboat to and fro on its mooring nearly the whole night.The morning seemed calmer and fog was starting to lift, so Bryan went upwind into port, deciding to sail halfway to Roque before we drop our […]
Due to rain from the approaching yet unpredictable remnants of hurricane Debbie, the after-festival lobster bake and picnic was moved inside and held in Florian’s barn. The barn was decorated with lights and canvas murals by legendary Maine artist Buckley Smith. Rows of chairs were set up theater style, and although warm greetings and conversation […]
