Fog
July 24, 2013
Visibility was unlimited as we went to bed last evening. This morning offered up legendary Maine fog. This is not just fog, it is like being in milk. The masthead is not visible nor is the bow from the cockpit. There is no noise in this anchorage. We waited until noon to depart thinking that the fog was gone the way it was in the The Basin. Wrong! As we left the anchorage we could see a fog bank not a half mile from us and that is when we broke out the radar. Good thing since we spent the next four hours using it to avoid the rocks and other vessels. In other words, we were flying in the soup all day on the way to Boothbay, ME. What a historic place. Wait, that is the same status all over the Maine coast. This place has some ties to the Vikings who supposedly visited North America long before the Pilgrims. Anyway, here we are in Boothbay and the harbor is nice. On the way, we sailed through some close channels but did not see the land. We did see a small island that was covered with seals, spotted seals of about a hundred pounds range. We are now in the land of Puffins. I thought they are small birds. While we have not seen one yet, we are told they are hen size. So much for perceptions in lieu of observations.
We took a mooring in this place. We are not more than 40 yards from the docks so the trip to the facilities will not be a problem. Scurv will appreciate multiple land visits tomorrow. Not sure how long we will stay here but it will not exceed three days. Rockland Harbor is next then Southwest Harbor. Bear and I are both thinking more lobster tonight ashore. Scurv will have to enjoy his food and a bonus weenie. NO thumbs means no dinner ashore.