When we woke up two of the schooners were gone. Today we were sailing to Marshall Island. The air was already warm from the sun, and the water felt refreshing to the touch, so we went for a swim. We passed the namesake Pulpit Rock and started motoring around the north shore of North Haven, …
We left Sand Cove as a lobster boat carrying high school girls anchored between us and shore. It was a reminder that is was Saturday, and we’d see more boats out today. We sailed off the anchor, making way toward Mount Desert Island. On a run, we spotted yet more eagles, and made good progress …
We woke up and ate breakfast in Somes, the quiet broken only by the occasional sound of a porpoise’s nearby exhale or an Osprey’s cry. One harbor porpoise swam close by right at the surface, the shiny black back meeting a light gray underbelly. We sailed off the anchor again, on a run in light winds. …
We woke and quickly pulled our anchor to get moving. Today we were sailing from Prospect Harbor to Jonesport, some 30 miles. The wind was light and in the wrong direction, coming out of the Northeast, so we set off motoring. A shorter boat could confidently fit under the bridge between Jonesport and Beal Island, …
We rowed The Dingy to shore and filled up all three gas cans again; we had emptied them into the main tank earlier. Caly received multiple treats from the cashier, and she was beginning to associate all strangers with food. But when she wasn’t begging, her back was bothering her. She was moving slowly and had …
It was raining lightly when we lifted the anchor out of the sandy bottom of Roque Island Harbor. I wasted no time in donning my waterproof jacket and pants. We motored out between the rocky islands under overcast skies, and once in open water, raised the sails. In doing so the three lowest slides slipped …
