Replaced the generator's fuel pump fairly quickly and did some other maintenance yesterday, filled the water tanks, showered, shaved and gave Bella a new haircut which she barely tolerated. Had a rare dinner onshore for once which was OK, and not overpriced. As I have said, the small things mean more out here.
We pulled out of Northeast Harbor this morning and turned left. 12 miles later, as we passed by Schoodic Point we set a new eastern mark for ourselves as we have not been this far east in any of our prior cruises. And all the pundits say that until you pass this point you are not truly Downeast. The compass read 97 degrees which is just the heading you want to reach Canada from here.
My girls in Bar Harbor looking for a ride. |
I like both leaving a harbor and entering one. Making a passage between them is part of the adventure, but discovering then for the first time never seems to grow old. Many times it is challenging to find the entrance to the harbor and I like that, but I like a lot of silly things out here that most people don't relate to at all.
We have still not found a buddy boat. The number of cruising boats this year is very small compared to other years; everyone agrees on that. Now that we have been in many harbors we do see the same boats and I would say that number is less than 30. So the economy has hit this lifestyle as well. On shore the merchants are all saying last year was their worst year ever and this year is worse. Bar Harbor hotels all seemed to have vacancies and this is the height of the season.
August 10
We have gone due east to Trafton and Rocque Islands and now the Mud Hole. The Rocque archipelago is the crown jewel of the Maine coast with its stunning white beaches. Did some serious fog for part of these legs. Did not hit anything and just as important we did not snag a lobster pot line on our props. That's one folly I hope to never report in these pages.
Milly on the beach at Rocque Island. |
Part of the Gam crowd. Milly is in there somewhere. |
Milly has just finished 50 Shades of Gray. I have just finished the autobiography of Walter Cronkite. Her excerpts are a little more interesting, but doubt I will read it. At my age what would I do with all that new information? But when Mil's book club discusses this one I sure wish I could be a fly on the wall. Whooee girls!
I'll leave you with this. If you live on a remote island and order heating oil this is how you get it. A lobster boat ties a small barge to his bow so a truck can drive onto it. Then they go out to the island and drive it off for the delivery. Now get this. Heating oil up here is currently $3.20 a gallon. Our Newport supplier was way over $4 last I checked.
Oil Barge on its way to Great Cranberry Island. |
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