Gone With The Wind

Sailing the Big Rocky

The Cosmic Bakers must have used Maine for a dumping ground of unused boulders, islands and mountains. As they were finishing other parts of the world they would throw the unused parts over their shoulder. At the end of crafting the world, Maine was a crazy collection of granite mountains, islands, ledges and reefs. I think they tried to cover the mess up by adding a twelve foot tide which only made matters worse with a fast moving current every minute of the day. Let's face it, you have to move a lot of water to change the ocean level by twelve feet every six hours! Fog was the bakers last attempt to hide the mess which works very well for prolonged periods of time. But hey, who's complaining? For a sailor, this is a great test of seamanship. The narrow passages through many of the areas are fringed with sharp, unseen rocks just under the surface waiting to take out the bottom of your boat. When fog comes blowing in you think your head has been pushed up into a gray mass of cotton. You cannot get your bearings and sounds that are far away like breakers hitting the rocks seem to be just a few feet away (that will pucker you up for sure). The trees are all evergreen and cover the granite islands in all directions. We seem to lurch from one beautiful harbor to another, each better than the one before. One thing we are learning is that you cannot be on a schedule! When the fog rolls in you must stop and wait which is just what we are doing right now in a quite cove off of Penobscot Bay.