That was and maybe still is the name of one of our kids favourite Disney rides when they were just wee.

Small Point is the name of the harbour we winkled our way into night before last, courtesy of OCC member John Chandler. Tight entry? Probably the tightest we've ever done. Got the heart rate up following John's wake apparently threading our way between sand banks that went from 2 meteres to 2 inches in 2 feet.

Past the banks we made our way up the sea loch to a pool outside John's house where we spent a beautifully quiet and sheltered night.

In the morning, John arrived with reinforcements to help us backtrack through the bar and on our way to Robinhood Marina and mooring field a few miles up the Kennebec River ahere we arrived at slack water. Its quite clerar we are farther north as the tides are now something to be reckoned with and passage planning and timing are critical. So much work!

We are ashore at Robinhood for a final lunch before we depart tomorrow. Once again, a family of Ospreys is outside the restaurant window. Mum is flying around the nest while the two chicks look on, quite uninterested at the propspect of flight, let alone fending for themselves.

For the last two nights we have had the full thunder and lightning shoiw complete with downpour. This morning, it was a complete white out in thick fog. This is a feature of this area right through until end July, or so the say. Other than that, a very scenic area. Maine is 95% tree covered and the smell of pine wafts across the water. With its 700+ islands its like a giant Loch Lomond.