Heading Down East: Mt Desert Island, here we come.
It’s just after 07:00 and we are underway, making our way toward the Cape Cod Canal. The current that will carry us through to Cape Cod Bay begins a bit after 10:00 so it’s likely that we will arrive with some adverse current for a while. The canal, built in the 30s, I think, and is about 10 miles long. Without that engineering wonder, I doubt that many would make the trip up to Maine. Heading all the way out to Nantucket, through Pollock Rip and up to Maine would be a pretty painful and long trip. Besides, the currents and rough conditions that are often east of Chatham, on the “elbow” of the Cape, would dissuade most, me included, from making the trip. The Canal is a great example of “your tax dollars at work”. Well, at least the tax dollars of your grandparents.
Our run yesterday was about 70 miles and saw some very nice sailing, likely the only sailing that we will enjoy for the rest of the run. It is possible that we will be able to sail a bit this afternoon but the winds are forecast to be quite light for the next few days.
The 20kt SW wind that pushed us along so nicely yesterday has died and a slight drift from the North has taken it’s place. I was greeted by this absolutely beautiful dawn this morning. What a sight.
As we headed out of Cuttyhunk this morning we were greeted by the Loch Ness Monster. Well, that’s what it looked like to me. I am sure that you can see it, especially if you squint really, really hard. Right?
OK, OK, it was a family of seals.
The other members of their very extended family were sleeping it off on a nearby sandbar. I was pleased that the lovely lobster boat cut in front of me as I snapped the photo. Try to do that twice.
Speaking of “snapping shots”. Our old Olympus camera finally died and after months of limping along with it in Cuba, frustrated by problems with white balance and focusing problems, we bit the bullet, and it was a pretty big bullet, and purchased a shiny new Canon. What a piece of machinery, with a single lens really really long lens replacing the two that I had on the last camera. This lens has image stabilization and is a whopping 16mm to 300mm in a single zoom package. It’s remarkable to see the improved color saturation and clarity, even in rough or low light conditions.
One downside of the new camera though is that the photo files are “ginormous” at 8 megs per shot, about 3x bigger than my last camera. I had better be pretty selective about which photos I keep on my computer or I’ll have to get a new one. Actually, my laptop is something like 7 years old (how old is that in dog years exactly?) and was acting up already, even before I started manipulating these new massive photos.
Keping up with this “arms race of megapixels” reminds me of the first time I installed refrigeration on my Tartan 37. The massive draw of electricity that the unit needed meant that I ended up putting in a much larger battery bank and then, against my will, a high output alternator to charge them. Those ice cubes that I “needed” to chill my gin and tonic ended up costing about $10 a piece or was that $100. Who knows, but a nice cold G&T, or two, makes for a perfect end to a day. And views like this one, helped along with a G&T of course, from last night… Priceless.
Earlier in the evening, as the sun sunk below the western horizon, the light washed over nearby Nashawena Island giving it a lovely glow.
So, I expect that we will be out of cell/Internet range beginning mid-day today although we may regain service briefly as we pass Provincetown, at the tip of Cape Cod, later this afternoon.
After that, Maine.



So, I guess I’ll close with a shot of one of my favorite sights in Fisher’s Island Sound, the lovely home on “North Dumpling”. As Brenda would say, “I would live there”. Indeed. Loved the whole “stonehenge” thing on the yard.
Tomorrow, the Canal and hopefully, we will see some whales as we cross the Gulf of Maine.
Along with some that don’t often see the water, there were plenty of beauties gracing the docks. I particularly loved this double cockpit speedster. I’ll bet that she really rips along. You’d never know that she’s an antique. Looks brand new. I guess that’s the whole point.
There is nothing quite as elegant as a triple cockpit beauty.
There were also a number of very nice scale models on display. I was taken by this Chesapeake Bay fishing boat.
This model of Aphrodite is based on a 30s vintage commuter of the same name. Her “namesake” is berthed in Watch Hill.
You can even peek into her interior. I guess the little guy is the “commuter”. Not a bad way to get to work. Actually, if I was going to go to work, that’s how I’d like to get there, for sure.
And speaking of the yacht Aphrodite, years ago Brenda and I saw her undergoing a major rebuild at Brooklin Boat Yard in Maine. Check out this link to learn more about the “
Want to see a clip of Sabino herself? This is a very nice clip from the Mystic Seaport Museum. If you love steam you owe it to yourself to go on an outing aboard her. However, back to the event at the CT River Museum and my favorite boat of all at the show was the “Osprey” a fairly new addition to the waterfront at the CT River Museum. After several years of updates and repairs, she’s finally able to show her stuff on the river.
She’s beautiful and a lovely combination of form follows function. Love her little single cylinder steam engine. In spite of her diminutive stature, she has a bewildering collection of valves and levers.
I have always loved launches and particularly those driven by steam. Brenda’s goal, when we get out of big boats, is to have a small fantail launch that we can use on the CT River for “cocktail cruises”.
And what’s a post about Maine without a schooner shot? This one takes guest out for day sails out of Booth Bay Harbor.
Of course, then there’s the “big girls” that take folks out for a week at a time. Her captain and crew are “hot dogging” into a harbor under sail to drop the hook, under sail, to spend the night.
All sailing isn’t about going anywhere in particular. This sweet Friendship Sloop, a type named after the town of the same name, was not in any particular hurry the day we encountered her.
Of course, there’s really nothing more “Maine” than Andrew Wyeth, and here’s his widow Betsy sitting on the porch of her summer home on Allen Island. The family provides a few moorings for cruisers to tie up to in the sheltered cove in front of their home. Their hospitality is a far cry from the unfriendly locals in Florida that have worked so hard to successfully ban anchoring in many harbors in Ft Lauderdale and <Miami.
And, perhaps the most Maine of harbors, Camden and a few of the schooners that call the harbor their home.
Of course, the most iconic image of all is lobsters waiting to head to market. Yum. We certainly had plenty of Caribbean lobster when we were in Cuba last winter and I look forward to a “taste test” to see which wins out. I expect Maine lobster will carry the day.
Anyway, my nominal departure day will be the 26th of July and that run of less than 200 miles, after our last four winters south, will seem more like a short “day sail” and not much of a run compared to my 1,000 mile voyages from the Bahamas or Florida back to New England. In early years, I did the run with a crew of 4, sometimes more. This time, just two, me and Rodney. That’s particularly fitting as we started sailing together years ago on a run to Maine. Besides, it’s only a single overnight. Funny how perspectives change.
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The unit is very easy to use and appears to be quite sensitive. The sensor itself is attached to a cable so you can place it wherever you wish to take a reading. Here’s what the company says about it’s use…
Here’s what it looked like after I was “done”. Wasn’t that easy?
Today, I’ll finish rerouting some plumbing that is in the way and frame up for the pan and shower seat. Of course, a girl has to have a seat to perch on when she shaves her legs. “Too much information Bob, stick to reno details!”.
Oh yeah, one more thing. Remember my dead lawn mower? And you know how much I love to mow the lawn. Well I was able to find a used commercial 48″ wide Bob-Cat mower. Now I can “love” cutting it for a lot less time each week. Well, that’s the theory at least. So far, not so fast as it’s a “beast” of a machine. So far, mowing with this is more like “the dog walking me”.
Yes I have a plan. A plan to head to Maine. That seems pretty likely. And a plan to measure UV. What Brenda and I will be able to do with that information is anyone’s guess.