10 July 2012 | Pulpit Harbor
Surely it is on the top 100 lists. I'd put it in my top 10 list. Sailing into Pulpit Harbor on North Haven.
For the most humble to the uber yachts, a downeast cruise is not complete without a night at Pulpit. Here we all share the magic of this place together. Usually one of the big schooners is anchored between the fleet and the mouth of the harbor. After securing to a mooring or anchor, all the boats spend a bit of time gazing toward the sun setting over the Camden Hills across the bay, purple in the fading light. The harbor is always flat as a pancake regardless of how boisterous it is on the bay.
At all times of day the light changes on the rolling meadows and woodlands which circle Pulpit, island homes tastefully dotted here and there, cedar shingle siding weathered grey with dark green shutter accents. The Cabots have a family enclave here. A cove off the harbor has their moorings and a half dozen fine sailboats.
There is an excellent dinghy landing at the harbor dock, leading to the road on which there are almost no vehicles. Meg loves this part. The aroma of freshly mown hay mingles with the scent of balsam. Every few hours, a small plane roars aloft from the nearby grass strip, ferrying islanders and guests to the airport in Rockland. As a pilot, this has a charming appeal to me too. Let's see...after we win the lottery, we'll have an island home on Pulpit, with Calypso moored out front, and fly here in our little plane! Sounds like a plan.
And a shout out to "Billy's Kitchen" for sharing his WIFI with the harbor.