We left Northeast and there was a dying NWesterly to tempt us to do a little sailing. Sure enough, as the fleet got sail up New Wave caught a pot. No worries, (well yes a few worries) the crack team of salvors (Bill, Cathy and me, while Christine did donuts nearby on Calypso) extracted her from the imminent rocky shore. The razor sharp hook knife dispatched the pot warp and after a bit of a fire drill New Wave was safely underway again, although we both gave up the sailing idea until through the pot ridden Casco Passage.

We passed a pair of eagles sitting calmly on a rock with some seagulls. I think they have figured out they can let the seagulls do the scavenging and then move in to claim the prize!