Wild Weather


Good morning everyone. We had a real toad soaker yesterday here in
Maine. The forecast was for up to an inch of rain but I don't
believe we had that much. Just the same we had a few periods of
heavy rain with light showers in between. After morning walks ashore
in Brooklin we sailed off the hook. I am always amazed how
adventurous our guests are. I never thought everyone would come up
in the rain but pile on deck they did and we had a lovely sail. In a
day and age when some folks idea of adventure is the Holiday Inn I am
heartened to see adventurous humans who don't mind the idea of
feeling all that nature has to offer. At one moment as we passed
under the bridge in Eggemmoggin Reach the thrill of the wind and
weather was quite exciting. Oddly enough with all the talk coming
from the National Weather Service of how "bad" the weather would be
we spent the afternoon in bright sunshine and got a great walk in
ashore.

This morning we are anchored up in Fort Point Cove with a good NW
breeze that promises to carry us back down the bay. Last night she
really blew although the darkness often makes the wind feel stronger
than it is. Just the same we dropped a second anchor the keep the
bow from "hunting" back and forth in the breeze. The mud here is some
of the best around for anchoring. I was telling guests on the
quarterdeck about how the schooners of the late 1800s used to anchor
up here in Fort Point Cove by the dozens carrying lumber out of
Bangor, just 23 +/- miles up the Penobscot River. Once the lumber
capital of the world, Bangor was a wild town in those days. A good
NW wind like this was a god send for any captain wanting to carry a
deck load of lumber to Boston or points west. We'll get ashore
again for a hike at the state park here before we go and then like
the schooners of 130 years ago we will spread a little canvas to the
sky and ride the wind and tide a new anchorage.

Have a great day. Be well. Do good.

One comment

  1. I remember it well from last September. Jeans so soaked they were dripping puddles around our feet, we continued to stand around the deck, accepting it all as part of the adventure. We couldn’t get any wetter. so we stood together, gabbed and laughed, and got to know one another. No sense in changing into dry clothes, they’d only get soaked as well. The jeans were still wet when we packed them up at the end of the cruise! Only one of the many great memories stored from those few days of heaven.

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