We awake to fog so thick that we couldn’t see from the boat to the water. Eventually the fog cleared enough to see the island, and a bit of sky cleared enough for some warmth to come through. I donned my swimsuit and we rowed to the island to get a brief swim near the shore. The sun had shone on the surface water enough to produce bands of cold and warmish water like a temperature version of a venetian blind. By noon it looked like the horizon was clearing so we set sail towards nearby Isle au Haut.
However, after a couple hours of gentle sailing the fog dropped down upon us again and I found myself on the bow watching for lobster pots, boats or any hard objects. I could only see about 3 waves ahead of me ar one point before the fog gradually began to lift. When we rounded our third waypoint by Pell Island it was so pretty that we decided to drop anchor there. We rowed to shore and hopped around the giant boulders dotting the shore’s edge.