Yesterday we moved onto Isla and slept aboard in Riggs Cove, tucked into the Maine Coast. Both sets of parents came to send us off and see the boat in the water. The tiny dinghy, The Dingy, pushed low into the green water as I rowed my mom and dad out. We all jostled below …
With a whole day before us we set off to explore Monhegan Island in earnest. We rowed into the village, followed the dirt road past the brewery, and continued over to Lobster Cove. There, an old tug was strewn about the rocks, huge rusted panels of sheet metal wasting away in the salty air. We …
Thick fog surrounded Isla when we woke. Andrew rowed ashore to let Caly pee, and we took our time getting going, hoping for clearer air. We set off motoring, air horn handy; the fog was lessening, but still thick. As the wind picked up we raised the sails and made way through now variable patches …
I woke up to a loud tapping on the outside of the hull, right next to my head. Andrew was moving around above deck investigating, and after I put clothes on I went up to see a pink plastic lobster buoy bouncing against the port side. Isla had spun around our anchor and the wind …
We made breakfast on Isla in the cool wet morning air, rowed ashore and spent the day on North Haven. We biked up to Pulpit Harbor with string and banana peels for catching crabs, but quickly found that crabs have no interest in banana peels. Andrew biked back up the hill to the grocery store …
We woke up on North Haven, having slept in Andrew’s family’s house, packed up and rowed out to Isla for breakfast. Stephanie and her kids were coming to see Isla so we tidied up, but they must have been running late for their sailing picnic as they didn’t show up by ten or even ten …
