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 […]

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 […]

8/14  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, […]