At bare steerageway, we felt our way through pea soup into Cutler harbor, dropping the hook at the first sensible opportunity. Thick fog again prevailed the next morning, so we deferred any plan to push on. Instead, we “tithed” for … Continue reading →
Canadian Sailing Directions note that “Machias Seal Island is home to five species of breeding seabirds: Puffins, Razorbills, Petrels, Arctic and Common Terns. It is one of the largest known colonies of Arctic terns on the east coast of North … Continue reading →
Southwest Harbor is the home of Hinckley Yachts. We dropped the anchor in eight meters of water just east of the Coast Guard station and just across from a stunning array of Hinckleys swinging on mooring balls adjacent to the … Continue reading →
We waited for the fog to lift a bit before weighing anchor in Duck Harbor and leaving Isle au Haut behind. No sooner had we rounded the point outside the harbor than the fog closed in again, limiting visibility to … Continue reading →
The anchor set easily in Duck Harbor at the southwest corner of Isle au Haut. On shore, we found ourselves deep inside Acadia National Park. We spent two days exploring this part of the park’s stunning natural beauty. A few images … Continue reading →
In 1964, Peter Willauer founded the Hurricane Island Outward Bound School on Hurricane Island, one of the outlying islands at the southwest corner of the North Haven-Vinalhaven archipelago. For years, young people were inspired and challenged here and sent out … Continue reading →
Monhegan guards the southwest corner of Penobscot Bay, arguably the best of Maine’s cruising grounds. Ten miles after leaving Monhegan, we entered the bay; ten miles into the bay, we encountered the Picton Castle Tall Ship under full sail. Quite … Continue reading →
“Places that are hard to get to are often the best. By all means, visit Monhegan if you possibly can. 1.4 miles long and .7 mile wide, it stands majestically alone, 10 miles out to sea, with a personality all … Continue reading →
Continuing our tour of obscure New England islands, we anchored overnight after leaving Damariscotta in a small protected nook between Harbor Island and Hall Island, which sit about in the middle of Muscongus Sound. Morning fog rolled in as we … Continue reading →
Damariscotta (pronounced DAM-ruskotta) sits at the upper reaches of the river by the same name. Twelve nautical miles under engine power, dodging lobstah pots all the way, and we took a mooring ball arranged by my long lost Colby roomie, … Continue reading →