01/08/2008/10:10 pm, Lewis Cove, Linekin Bay, Maine
We have had two foggy days, cool weather and no wind.
By the time I finished up writing and posting blogs in Robinhood's lovely library on Thursday, the weather had closed in and we decided that rather than try to go somewhere else, we'd just anchor a couple of hundred metres further into the cove. Our plan had been to leave on the ebb current but the fog and rain moved in for the afternoon and evening, so we put up the cockpit enclosure and settled in to wait.
This fishing boat came around checking traps. As usual in Maine, the traps are everywhere - in among mooring balls, in channels, close to the banks and out in the middle of the wide rivers. Ospreys chirped and called, a seal kept popping his head out of the water near the boat, and the ever-present seagulls swooped and screeched around the lobster boats. Riggs Cove is heavily wooded with a few houses and boatsheds nestled on the banks, and it was a very pleasant place to be - even if it didn't get us any further along on our journey. Or maybe it did after all, for the journey is not just about distance.
On Friday morning, we thought we might get an early start but when Jim looked out at 7 he saw pea soup fog and it stayed that way till noon hour. As it cleared away, we got ourselves ready to do the same thing. Unfortunately it was a short-lived clearing, and by the time we reached the narrowest part of Goose Rock Passage, the fog descended again. Interestingly, we could see the mast of an approaching sailboat long before the rest of it came into view - when it was about 40 feet away. As we slipped by each other, Jim asked how the fog was outside and got the reply that over in Boothbay Harbour it was fine.
We edged our way out into the wider Sheepscot River, intending to take the Townsend Gut route, but the fog was still thick and then, to complicate matters further, our GPS went out.
I've said before that I couldn't sail without the GPS but that's not true. I can - we both can - but it sure is harder. It was an odd thing; it would flick on for a second or two and then go out again. Our handheld showed a fix more often than the primary one, but it too kept losing the fix. Of course it was foggy too, so we worked with the radar, the paper charts, and our eyes as much as we could. Back when this happened in New York, we were going down a well-marked channel so we just made visual sightings of the buoys and kept on going. This was much harder because there were infrequent buoys to sight.
Jim got a fix using the handheld every 15 minutes and plotted them on the chart while I stayed on the wheel. We quickly discarded the idea of the Gut route and went straight down the Sheepscot River, dodging lobster pots of course and keeping our eyes out for radar blobs that turned into boats. Visibility was about 1/8 of a mile.
Multitasking skills come in handy on a boat - look for boats and navigational aids - check the radar to see what is where - check the compass - are we still on course or has the current pulled us sideways? - look for and swerve around lobster pots - compare the radar chart to the paper chart - look for buoys ... and on and on. It was satisfying to meet the challenge. It's curious about that GPS though - was it the fog? Was it the US Military playing games? It's a good reminder to never take it for granted.
Once we turned to port around The Cuckolds (I wonder how those rocks got that name!) at the bottom of Southport Island, and it was still very foggy, we decided to abandon our goal of Harbour Island in Muscongus Bay and head into Linekin Bay, where we knew there was an easy-to-enter anchorage at Lewis Cove. Wouldn't you know - the fog lifted as we went up the river and by the time we stopped, the sun was out and - get this - the GPS fix appeared and stayed on! By that time, however, it was after 3 o'clock and the forecast called for dense fog again in the evening. We decided not to push our luck so we stayed put.
I made a pot of chili and baked cornbread (Johnny Cake), the fog hovered around the edges of the bay and we settled in with books for another cool evening. It's been a long time since I made chili - a cold weather dish for us. However, the meal brought back memories of the sunny Bahamas. The last time we ate chili was at the Marsh Harbour Yacht Club chili cook-off, and Johnny Cake can be found all through the Bahamas - a legacy of the Loyalists, I wonder?
I finished reading a book I bought on Seguin Island - The Lighthouse Keeper's Wife - by Connie Scoville Small. It's a most interesting read about both her experiences as a keeper's wife (and co-keeper) and her views of her role in the marriage and the work. She and her husband, Elson, lived at four different lights, including Seguin, from around 1920 until 1947. After his death in 1960, she went to work as a head resident at University of Maine at Farmington, and when she retired from that, she spent eight years working in a store. She first published this autobiography in 1986 when she was 85!
We got a call from Mary (Strathspey) this afternoon, wanting the Nexus phone number. They wanted to use it to clear into the US in New York where they were cruising with Trident Yacht Club. We provided the number and she text messaged us to say it worked. Yeah - because this joint Canada-US program has finally been recognized by someone (whenever we mentioned it to Customs and Immigration people on this trip, we got a vague reply that "Oh, I think I've heard of it but we don't use it here.") and yeah again because cruisers help each other even when they are miles and miles apart.
An e-mail arrived from Nancy (Solitaire) with a great new (to me anyway) term: CLOD - Cruisers Living on Dirt. I guess that will be us soon enough!
31/07/2008/11:20 am, Robinhood, Sheepscot River, Maine
On our early arrival in Five Islands, we were lucky enough to pick up a free mooring ball just as another boat was leaving. The Five Islands Yacht Club (with no building or facilities - just the genial host from Malden Island) maintains 4 or 5 good moorings - free for two nights. This was a pretty little spot that we visited on the way south and decided it was worth a second visit.
It's a lovely cove surrounded by islands and home to lobster boats, some local skiffs as well as cruising boats. One big draw is Five Islands Seafood that serves lobster and other goodies to eat on the picnic tables overlooking the cove. It's a picturesque spot.
It got even better though. We trekked up the hill to the Five Islands Farm Market where we purchased wonderful veggies, a couple of bottles of well priced wine and a round of delicious goat cheese. While we bagged the fresh corn, we met Clayton - also buying the freshest corn he could find - who told us about the establishment he and his brother run and we decided to go find it.
Just a short dinghy ride around the corner, we spotted Sarah's Dockside and met Matthew - Clay's brother. After looking over the menu and chatting with this amiable and enthusiastic young man, we hustled back to see if Mike and Susan (Tabbycat) were interested in joining us there for dinner. They were and we went.
The trip was not uneventful! Our motor died halfway there and we got towed the rest of the way by Mike and Susan. Good thing we had decided to take both dinghies! Dinner was delicious - $20.00 for a market lobster, red potatoes, cob of the fresh corn, cole slaw. While the others had lobster, I decided to try the sautéed scallops (perfectly done) and we all thoroughly enjoyed our meals - expertly cooked and served with a flourish. These brothers know their stuff! It's BYOB and we had taken wine so we sat on the deck enjoying the freshest food and good company. Ahhh - a perfectly wonderful evening.
Next morning, we chatted with Dot and John (Dotsea) and they highly recommended a place just up the River a mile or two. We had heard of Robinhood before but because it was so close, hadn't thought of going there. However, since we needed a motor fix, desperately needed laundry done and some wifi time, and they were insistent that this was a not-to-be-missed spot, off we went.
What a very good thing local knowledge is. Robinhood Marine Center in Riggs Cove is a beautiful spot and an excellently run Marina. Mooring balls are $35. and the attention to detail and extra service are beyond belief. The staff was warm, friendly and helpful. Meg was our first contact on the dock; she checked us in, told us where everything was, wrote out directions and was an absolutely first class contact. The grounds, gardens, historic buildings are well tended and welcoming. They maintain two courtesy cars, one of which we borrowed to take the motor to Sheepscot Bay Boat Yard - where Carroll fixed it the same day - and to Bath for groceries. We did the laundry up, settled back in the charming Library - a fine old cottage with dark wood beams, comfy chairs and shelves filled with books to enjoy (take one/leave one) and wifi connection. On the dock, we met Scott - the chef - who told us about the lobster special he was running that night and encouraged us to dine at the Ospery. Service there was expert, food was good, and we had a pleasant chat with the man who runs it - never did get his name.
All the boaters we met were equally enthusiastic - and the good feeling generated here seemed to expand to all our encounters.
29/07/2008/11:14 am, Seguin Island, off the Kennebec River
We reluctantly left Isles of Shoals on Sunday morning and made an 8 hour trip to Jewell Island. There wasn't much wind at first so we motor sailed, then managed to really sail for about 4 hours, and then as we still had miles to go and we were getting slower and slower, we turned on the power again. Good thing too, because the sky grew darker and the Coast Guard came on the VHF with a thunderstorm warning for right where we were.
We powered up as fast as we could and headed up into Casco Bay and Jewell Island. The sky grew darker and the thunder rumbled and we dropped the hook just as soon as we rounded the red #4. Unfortunately it didn't hold so we kept the engine on as we dragged back, and then when the storm abated for a minute or two, we quickly hauled it up (thank goodness for the windlass) moved forward and dropped it again - in a more receptive place. As we backed on it, it caught really nicely and we dove back into the cabin before the next flash and roar.
I had a couple of good steaks in the fridge, and although we couldn't BBQ, I cooked them up on the stove and we dined well on steak, new potatoes, and squash slices sautéed with onion.
We decided to forgo a walk on the Island in the morning - we'd had a wonderful time prowling around here in the fall - and head out to Five Islands in the Sheepscot River.
No wind again so we motored along - once more going slower and slower. As we started by Seguin Island, two miles off the mouth of the Kennebec River, I convinced Jim to divert from his course and wait for a tide change. It turned out to be a brilliant idea and we stayed till the tide change ...the next day!
Seguin is a high island off by itself and boasts the the second oldest light with a 1st order Fresnel lens - on the coast of Maine. It seems isolated and rocky and is absolutely gorgeous. In the cove at the north end there are two metal Coast Guard moorings there (dangerous to tie to because the boats get bashed against them) and three small white balls placed by the Friends of Seguin. They're well secured and can handle large boats although two of them are too close together. We grabbed one just as another Canadian boat (folks from Quebec City) grabbed the other.
Ashore, we discovered the long tramway that leads up to the light at the summit (and if you zoom in close on google earth you can see it) and paths that lead to the top and other spots worth exploring. In the museum, we read about a lightkeepers wife who was on that tram when it slid backwards all the way to the bottom - terrifying!
Once at the light, we met Lynne and Tim, this summer's volunteer caretakers. It seemed like an idyllic way to spend a summer and Lynne agreed that it's next best thing to being on a boat. She keeps a blog/journal (HTTP://web.mac.com/one2travel) We thoroughly enjoyed talking with them, climbing the beautiful spiral steps to the light - now automated and exploring the little museum.
We had such a good time that we decided to stay overnight - and that turned out to be not as brilliant an idea. We thought for a bit that we'd have the place to ourselves, but 3 more boats came in, and despite the best efforts of Evergreen, the boat that tied up next to us, we banged (gently) into each other a few times during the night. Because of the way the wind and current worked, the boats didn't swing the same way at the same time, and it was generally a rolly night. Both men spent an hour or so on deck chatting and watching until they pulled away just before dawn.
We're still great enthusiasts about this spot but would probably make it a day stop next time. We headed off about 0700 on Tuesday for our shortest trip to date, arriving at Five Islands in the Sheepscot River by 0845.