“their grey coats and rounded backs look like a herd of elephants, marching majestically across the island” – Samuel Adams Drake 1891
We are so glad we made the effort to sail up the coast to Maine. We have been here over a week now, and are working our way south again. However, we will take our time to visit islands and towns along the way.
The rugged granite coastline and the towering trees on the rounded mountaintops highlight Maine’s unique and beautiful landscape. When the sun is shining on a clear day, the sky and water are a brilliant blue color. The only defining line between the sky and the sea is a small strip of bleached granite rocks and the deep dark green of the forest.
When the fog rolls in it’s like a tidal wave of the quietest kind. It doesn’t thunder into the anchorage, it sneaks up and covers you like a blanket. We had such thick fog near Southwest Harbor that we couldn’t see 5 feet around the perimeter of the boat. We could faintly make out the anchor light on top of the masts of the neighboring boats. It is a peaceful eerie feeling, when the world around is hushed. The birds are not out playing and singing, and there is an absent sound of the gentle (or not so gentle) waves lapping at the side of the boat. When the fog is present, the water is a glassy reflection.
The wind comes and goes with a mind of its own. We haven’t had any significant blows since we have been here, thankfully. The calmer the wind, the easier it is to spot the multitude of lobster pots dotted on the waters surface. Speaking of the water, it is a frigid 59 degrees up here in Maine! No one wants to swim without a wetsuit, which is almost a prerequisite unless you are under 10 and oblivious. Even with blue fingers, toes and a quivering lower lip; Olivia still wants to go swimming. The cooler water also brings with it cooler temperatures. Even when the thermometer reads 80, unless you are in the direct sun protected from the breeze, it is a bit nippy. We have pulled out our jackets, hats and long pants for this part of the world. There is something special about being all bundled up and on the water in our own boat. We have taken advantage of the cool weather to do some baking, which doubles as a heater.
Native Osprey on a channel marker
A near by party that let lanterns go as part of the celebration. It was so pretty to see these lanterns float up in twilight sky
Which trail to choose?
Happy to make it to the top
More lobster pot bouy's
Swimming with a wet suit is a necessity
Somes Sound - The only Fjord on the east coast of the US
Wanna buy a lobster buoy? No thanks, we've had enough!