tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23395665408915604902024-03-05T14:13:13.846-05:00WATERLOGGED by scooperscooperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10422754379102069179noreply@blogger.comBlogger594125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339566540891560490.post-59392392210553419392020-11-28T22:00:00.055-05:002020-12-22T11:28:06.466-05:00Portsmouth Packraft Paddling<table style="width: 620px;"><tbody>
<tr><td><p>Piscataqua River- New Castle Island to west of Rt 95 Bridge, then back to circumnavigate New Castle, with stops to stretch my legs on Leaches Island, Fort Stark, and the point near the power plant west of Rt 95 bridge. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg3GTFuh3fnOvpafHp62tcFBVbnDlzbJPh9cg3daUIArRPa_RDxVIUHWuI0ktAd_L8miaxqAzo7AfxWk9I1vdylH51ZY9avbrZBave91GcBw7z9LNKoRSHCWN7GwTwRbzFxAJ-kPPXq6Tz/s2539/20201128_Portsmouth2a.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1238" data-original-width="2539" height="312" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg3GTFuh3fnOvpafHp62tcFBVbnDlzbJPh9cg3daUIArRPa_RDxVIUHWuI0ktAd_L8miaxqAzo7AfxWk9I1vdylH51ZY9avbrZBave91GcBw7z9LNKoRSHCWN7GwTwRbzFxAJ-kPPXq6Tz/w640-h312/20201128_Portsmouth2a.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><p></p><p> </p><p>A little cargo ship was pushed into the pier right in my path. Don't I
have the right of way!? </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_w6C1dihzc8YIOon2vsCB1_EvUCV_bpfjCmdxJv1vBu9gVVtUbB7Q-dnB4U2YqK-Ev7eABPcCBcoUGp4C4EVcJpQruorBrWd0P6XNpHcUWubIK1471K2A_M-XsMR6lBhWJki1WKQ1bvUe/s2539/20201128_113624+Portsmouth1.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1238" data-original-width="2539" height="312" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_w6C1dihzc8YIOon2vsCB1_EvUCV_bpfjCmdxJv1vBu9gVVtUbB7Q-dnB4U2YqK-Ev7eABPcCBcoUGp4C4EVcJpQruorBrWd0P6XNpHcUWubIK1471K2A_M-XsMR6lBhWJki1WKQ1bvUe/w640-h312/20201128_113624+Portsmouth1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>I have fun riding the tugboats backwash as I go
around.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA5es7aJeme50VaLnVkxHTpT-wLrE2LkaJJjR4FAUkcy_9YNRT4Xgip18c6YRNrvF6J2_Z2pK-QJb-RD6CoRVri8ekvww5A-T-isd2IgTJYULYltjO4CcPDKotBNveVYApO-6keCuf4TGj/s2539/20201128_Portsmouthb.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1238" data-original-width="2539" height="312" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA5es7aJeme50VaLnVkxHTpT-wLrE2LkaJJjR4FAUkcy_9YNRT4Xgip18c6YRNrvF6J2_Z2pK-QJb-RD6CoRVri8ekvww5A-T-isd2IgTJYULYltjO4CcPDKotBNveVYApO-6keCuf4TGj/w640-h312/20201128_Portsmouthb.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><br /><br /></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>11 miles, 8 hours, (about 6 hours paddling). Timed to paddle with the tidal flow in both directions.<br /></p><p><br /><br /></p></td></tr>
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<tr><td><p>11/7 to 11/10 4 Days, 3 Islands- Shelter, Block, Fire, with Josh.<br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYs0LBABkqSMbMXW5KAu9AigQTv0yYOCKJu_8Gna8ZotWMe2y-Hrz2QQhG7x_ei0PTUjzYKH9vMqBbI-pSIkxt6oDwTRoVNHVf9gU2bK-UgvPdAVdxdQoDt8kRI2Gz7clbDC_XOhBk6x1v/s2543/20201107_Boating1.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1236" data-original-width="2543" height="195" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYs0LBABkqSMbMXW5KAu9AigQTv0yYOCKJu_8Gna8ZotWMe2y-Hrz2QQhG7x_ei0PTUjzYKH9vMqBbI-pSIkxt6oDwTRoVNHVf9gU2bK-UgvPdAVdxdQoDt8kRI2Gz7clbDC_XOhBk6x1v/w400-h195/20201107_Boating1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div> <p></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>The fish were so thick to the horizon it looked like I could walk across the water on their backs. This was a massive school of Manhaden in Gardiners Bay, Long Island. It was a stunning sight to be boating through these riches of the sea.<br /></p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgYo1bYj6bLpI9I7lX1dvwPnu4eLIPJqw-rrBxRFpR9KJUWyttPTWgAtrULTxHi9ipSkacz73g1pGpmXJKrFO0IWWAh-IwC2sz6OR8toOTGD6Kny6eo0IFat5Vqe7XE4eXjHqphAwA0HJ4/s2543/20201108_Boating2.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1236" data-original-width="2543" height="312" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgYo1bYj6bLpI9I7lX1dvwPnu4eLIPJqw-rrBxRFpR9KJUWyttPTWgAtrULTxHi9ipSkacz73g1pGpmXJKrFO0IWWAh-IwC2sz6OR8toOTGD6Kny6eo0IFat5Vqe7XE4eXjHqphAwA0HJ4/w640-h312/20201108_Boating2.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Fins protruding through the water for as far as I can see</span></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> </td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> </td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> </td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><p> </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLxohbNnfwaZc00g4mNOEFm69vT2XFXLvRFDwLfJGmtobim4x4jY5hm362JUhmeE482w6Gm-vm5jZF_PcLQTOmXRYfQycchoGDDjaLqkG1ONZ4AXlh43KysT3V-mGUHA7oFIENfm2StsTj/s2543/20201108_Boating3.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1236" data-original-width="2543" height="312" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLxohbNnfwaZc00g4mNOEFm69vT2XFXLvRFDwLfJGmtobim4x4jY5hm362JUhmeE482w6Gm-vm5jZF_PcLQTOmXRYfQycchoGDDjaLqkG1ONZ4AXlh43KysT3V-mGUHA7oFIENfm2StsTj/w640-h312/20201108_Boating3.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">A closer look at the fish</span><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p> </p><p>Sat- We launch both boats from the Conn River and cross to Gardiners Bay on glassy water. We catch some small stripers, reveling in the warm, sunny, Indian Summer weather. Then we anchor in Cedar Cove on Shelter Island for the night.</p><p> </p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBshES1lXUKx1bzxjLx6db6QvXOz-dD3_SFkMlkDnF9zl0z8NIma8Mkl3Gx4lgVKpFv-Sfm22Rp9mQsvpPrZtGWFdcQKs2PIsbkixMrgfQ4nwIw1gcNawUZb2V2L-hraxbYYtCBW2Xbq9e/s2543/20201108_Boating5.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2543" data-original-width="1236" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBshES1lXUKx1bzxjLx6db6QvXOz-dD3_SFkMlkDnF9zl0z8NIma8Mkl3Gx4lgVKpFv-Sfm22Rp9mQsvpPrZtGWFdcQKs2PIsbkixMrgfQ4nwIw1gcNawUZb2V2L-hraxbYYtCBW2Xbq9e/w195-h400/20201108_Boating5.jpg" width="195" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bonito Dinner</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table>Sun- Block Island on Josh's boat. Josh pulls in 1 nice Bonito, 3 Black Sea Bass, 1 Scup. <br /><p></p>On the return trip to Shelter Island we encounter a large pod of
dolphins that swim and jump all around us. I can almost reach down from
the bow to touch two of them as they jump gracefully in tandem. They
clearly are a superior species to us clumsy humans. <br /><p></p> <p></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>Sun night dinner is Bonito cooked over a driftwood fire on Cedar Cove Spit. This is a kind
of heaven.</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUGwvHmEHB9x0GzgaoTzpW8HPB3qgPFJN358uK4bhDAdhJyx4z937UzHve5xvhMUPzaIoIv8fdMVw8DVVaTHhICxO7Gd0LXiQgDxoto-SAna8tAUKt-tr8KoWpyDKfG37bk6vUory2p85L/s2543/20201109_Boating6.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2543" data-original-width="1236" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUGwvHmEHB9x0GzgaoTzpW8HPB3qgPFJN358uK4bhDAdhJyx4z937UzHve5xvhMUPzaIoIv8fdMVw8DVVaTHhICxO7Gd0LXiQgDxoto-SAna8tAUKt-tr8KoWpyDKfG37bk6vUory2p85L/w195-h400/20201109_Boating6.jpg" width="195" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dusky Smooth Hound Shark<br /></td></tr></tbody></table>Mon- Both boats to Shinnecock Locks. When we go through the lock, the keeper says that they're only open from 5 to 11 am. What?!! That's a small time window to get back through on the return trip tomorrow! <br /><p></p><p></p>We head to Fire Island, catch some small sharks just outside of the inlet to the island. <br /><p></p><p>Mon Night- We get back to Shinnecock Bay at Sunset and struggle to find a secluded beach for a fire in the dark. We end up on a small tidal beach at the mouth of Middle Pond, not too far from some houses. <br /></p><p>Just as our fish dinner is almost cooked on our small beach fire a boat
pulls up with flashing lights and a Fire Dept stencil on the side.
Officials in waders jump out and storm the beach. We're caught! Just
like our fish dinner. But these guys aren't here to cook us. They got a
report of 2 boats on the beach and wanted to make sure we weren't
stranded. We're not stranded! As they leave one of them says, "you two
are really living the life." Yes we are.</p><p> </p><p>Tues- We head back to Connecticut River early while the wind is
absent. We fish, no luck. I do some exploring and paddling around
Griswold Cove. Is this November? I'm warm in just my bathing suit and
sandals. What an extraordinarily warm, sunny, glassy, perfect 4 days! </p>I racked up 145 miles, Josh did a little over 300. </td><td><br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td><p>Boston Harbor- Josh takes me and Ben out on his boat for some fishing and sunsetting. Everybody lands at least 1 fish then we catch a spectacular sunset over Boston. It's a deep pleasure having the three of us out on the water together.<br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-REEXHgrartO04V-XEeQK3N9TvkVsqbYm4g1rYo8aQB7_8MRmNPPB7JQ2UvE9LPghSw-54bFUcuAfu_laUP3X7VKxxoLJy3n7fprihCfURUm4H4W7LBdoLzfrixTN_-idoWC6J8-sKjP4/s2543/20201024_175326+BostonHarbor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1236" data-original-width="2543" height="195" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-REEXHgrartO04V-XEeQK3N9TvkVsqbYm4g1rYo8aQB7_8MRmNPPB7JQ2UvE9LPghSw-54bFUcuAfu_laUP3X7VKxxoLJy3n7fprihCfURUm4H4W7LBdoLzfrixTN_-idoWC6J8-sKjP4/w400-h195/20201024_175326+BostonHarbor.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>This trip is possible because we are all living together right now. We have a full household- Me, Barbara, Josh, Ben, and Josh's two dogs Georgie, Willow. We haven't lived together as a family since Josh was 16. He's 29. </p><p>It's been a surprise how nice it is to live together as an adult family! No bickering, teasing, and infighting. Cooking together, watching favorite movies, boating. Who would have thought?<br /></p><p>In a year of ups and downs I really want to savor these good times. You never know what life is going to throw your way next. <br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1BXDveRXRKA_nUZ3uP0QbnmOBXcvCNT_vhaZcuNQ6lubBZHuWx2y6nLOCQUfkAXTOuyT6cKYmvUZl5Jy6U0Rp8lGMBZbPVr7_a_JldiG_8PPQJzHNjtCRNoElcsdtlPp__CfesQih9XoD/s2543/20201024_175132BostonHarbor.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1236" data-original-width="2543" height="312" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1BXDveRXRKA_nUZ3uP0QbnmOBXcvCNT_vhaZcuNQ6lubBZHuWx2y6nLOCQUfkAXTOuyT6cKYmvUZl5Jy6U0Rp8lGMBZbPVr7_a_JldiG_8PPQJzHNjtCRNoElcsdtlPp__CfesQih9XoD/w640-h312/20201024_175132BostonHarbor.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><table style="width: 620px;"><tbody>
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<tr><td><p>Columbus Day Weekend, Kennebec River and Maine Coast, with Josh, 10/9 - 10/12</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpfVufzpqVRnnD5Ayflsw9MBOL3jKFrG-z6vk6ipJ7zIEl33c0eC_6zGhPP4owoZY1tlPuhJvQPdJoANguQKfoR4mnFNUMLJzeoMn5e_mSVjmqqi1-mAS3ZYBaf7SxzdCr_dRg2lzh4ruq/s2543/20201010_KennebecJosh3.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2543" data-original-width="1236" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpfVufzpqVRnnD5Ayflsw9MBOL3jKFrG-z6vk6ipJ7zIEl33c0eC_6zGhPP4owoZY1tlPuhJvQPdJoANguQKfoR4mnFNUMLJzeoMn5e_mSVjmqqi1-mAS3ZYBaf7SxzdCr_dRg2lzh4ruq/s320/20201010_KennebecJosh3.jpg" /></a></div>Friday Night- Josh's trailer blows a tire on the drive north. Oh no! We're super lucky to find a mounted replacement tire on a Friday night at TSC co. We get to the ramp at 8:30, anchor our boats for the night near Lines Island, north of Bath on the Kennebec River and settle in for a calm peaceful sleep after a challenging start.<br /><p></p><p>Saturday- We move my boat north to Swan Island, (unorganized territory of Perkins), then take Josh's boat to Boothbay Harbor to explore. Fun day! </p><p> </p><p>We end up with both boats anchored further north up the Kennebec at The Sands Island. We find a beautiful spot with a fire ring, stump seats, plywood table, and a sandy beach. Dinner, cooked over a fire, is steak, crab cakes, yams, and raw oysters for the appetizer. It was all bought that morning at a farmers market at the Bath Town Docks, where we stopped for our morning coffee/ breakfast. Serendipity.<br /></p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9Zx-28zHCzd7LDaYLLsnI-5D33kd7bhOeUlxuNH5aSr3fP3vh1PFX-Yc3aHwCwd6SypkHEaAx2BI4fXgSl5p-cJi_0DspoLXtowGYWfdfyllt4gO_sesXmUEcGKJGZ-tKdL-Qo5NvuTGa/s2543/20201010_KennebecJosh5.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1236" data-original-width="2543" height="312" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9Zx-28zHCzd7LDaYLLsnI-5D33kd7bhOeUlxuNH5aSr3fP3vh1PFX-Yc3aHwCwd6SypkHEaAx2BI4fXgSl5p-cJi_0DspoLXtowGYWfdfyllt4gO_sesXmUEcGKJGZ-tKdL-Qo5NvuTGa/w640-h312/20201010_KennebecJosh5.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">The Sands Island</span><br /></td></tr></tbody></table> <p></p><p>Sat Night- Thunderstorms! Josh has pitched a tent in the middle of his boat. He's zipped in with his 2 dogs watching a river of water flowing into the tent and back out. Somehow he stays dry enough to get some sleep. Who's crazy idea was this to sleep in our open boats? My homemade plastic canopy is actually pretty dry.</p><p> </p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj23_yXlivc3kzm5w_CpVp_1RGAapm6Fp6BO6tGrzTk4ndgT9fbA01964hNIo_c5iwYzsf7-HFDpuAOaWrD6yrNIZYzojmb-ILHeU6f51NXzsm6qS3x0K_yJQPF8Es4fooBc8FZzr2Aluc9/s2543/20201012_KennebecJosh1.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1236" data-original-width="2543" height="312" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj23_yXlivc3kzm5w_CpVp_1RGAapm6Fp6BO6tGrzTk4ndgT9fbA01964hNIo_c5iwYzsf7-HFDpuAOaWrD6yrNIZYzojmb-ILHeU6f51NXzsm6qS3x0K_yJQPF8Es4fooBc8FZzr2Aluc9/w640-h312/20201012_KennebecJosh1.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Sunday Morning Temp Around 32F</span></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p><br /></p><p> </p><p>Sunday- We fish in Josh's boat at the mouth of the river, just outside of the islands, landing 16 Pollock, very easy to catch with mackerel jigs. We stop at the Perkins Island Dock so Josh can try to find a creative fix for a cracked shift bracket. He kinda fixes it with no parts and almost no tools but the motor will no longer shift into reverse. I let the dogs run, leash free, on the island trails. Wow! It's great to see Georgie and Willow running free and wild, chasing the many small squirrels!</p><p> </p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFWO-tspxipzwYAvd0MEFNAtws5DqjZMzgKcMIa1a1_7dA1g3ZLeviBALm2i1DNB8S-iY6T0Hh5t4lHdfTD_iYkcvkHXV8c707JEHyFjSgvf4p3RJDKESWwXHUe3924KzYliTB5vhQIXA8/s2543/20201011_KennebecJosh7.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1236" data-original-width="2543" height="312" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFWO-tspxipzwYAvd0MEFNAtws5DqjZMzgKcMIa1a1_7dA1g3ZLeviBALm2i1DNB8S-iY6T0Hh5t4lHdfTD_iYkcvkHXV8c707JEHyFjSgvf4p3RJDKESWwXHUe3924KzYliTB5vhQIXA8/w640-h312/20201011_KennebecJosh7.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Perkins Island Dock<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /> <br /><p></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>Sun Night- We're back at The Sands Island. Our Pollack catch makes for a big fish feast for us and 2 happy dogs. </p><p> </p><p></p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmVg-jfO54wWJskVZwXvKJohMeWntL17plkEnz21qfV4thGoCNSsYhE7CEQqOJ8C7Mx1PetbZneT2q0vXhDkyGYW10GJGZrkY0_dSBjAvgiSR8PQ0sG7YaXYLz6sw_cseF_fpZWpL9nuiv/s2543/20201010_KennebecJosh6.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1236" data-original-width="2543" height="312" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmVg-jfO54wWJskVZwXvKJohMeWntL17plkEnz21qfV4thGoCNSsYhE7CEQqOJ8C7Mx1PetbZneT2q0vXhDkyGYW10GJGZrkY0_dSBjAvgiSR8PQ0sG7YaXYLz6sw_cseF_fpZWpL9nuiv/w640-h312/20201010_KennebecJosh6.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Collecting Ticks on The Sands Island</span><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p>Monday- We go back to the ocean for another big catch of Pollack to take home. It's been a very special trip, eating the fruit of the ocean, with Josh and his 2 dogs! I cover 102 miles, Josh does just over 200 miles.<br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvxkBD9nb3f0yLxhQpWsUBtL-LepSUbIE7LuOIMOzN62nNRknhUnNBILk4ffLoUpNIVyh3ly2XEL2iao_WOg-NR9mMOqn5kJl35Grr3JvRnWHct-vIaHfNg4O16boXQV3C4f3p6qMMikqA/s2543/20201011_KennebecJosh9.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1236" data-original-width="2543" height="195" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvxkBD9nb3f0yLxhQpWsUBtL-LepSUbIE7LuOIMOzN62nNRknhUnNBILk4ffLoUpNIVyh3ly2XEL2iao_WOg-NR9mMOqn5kJl35Grr3JvRnWHct-vIaHfNg4O16boXQV3C4f3p6qMMikqA/w400-h195/20201011_KennebecJosh9.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Plentiful Pollock!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><br /><br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td><div>Moosehead Lake, Labor Day Weekend, 9/3 - 9/7</div><p>A massive moose gives me a scare on my drive up! The monster comes out of the dark and lumbers across the highway directly in front of me. I don't have time to hit the brakes before I fly past him at 55 MPH, just inches away. That really gets my adrenaline going!</p><p>Thurs Night- I launch in the dark and tie up for the night at the Rockwood town dock, right at the boat ramp, not far from the sign that says NO OVERNIGHT DOCKING. Luckily I didn't see the sign in the dark.</p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO66xcOwYKCtnImccMcaqDQ6-6Madv6SrMgij3kTqCho1w3rydMcBlxcVgN6mM9HIwEKVR8k3yH613hP1B6Bbp_V2k7BQeusvoqScbAB5O2neiF9HzlzwdxRJMsyRjGUIMOQhzR-_EOtrZ/s2542/20200904_MooseheadLake1a.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1237" data-original-width="2542" height="312" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO66xcOwYKCtnImccMcaqDQ6-6Madv6SrMgij3kTqCho1w3rydMcBlxcVgN6mM9HIwEKVR8k3yH613hP1B6Bbp_V2k7BQeusvoqScbAB5O2neiF9HzlzwdxRJMsyRjGUIMOQhzR-_EOtrZ/w640-h312/20200904_MooseheadLake1a.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Rockwood Dock, Mt Kineo</span></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p> <br /></p><p></p><p>Fri- I hike Mt Kineo, 1700 ft, Indian Trail. Nice views going up but it activates my fear of heights. I climb the lookout tower on the summit. It activates my fear of heights. North trail going down. No fears. Total 7 or 8 miles. Very nice hike.</p><p>Fri Night- Cowen Cove, super protected spot, pretty. Saw 2 bald eagles, heard the beautiful, eerie calls of loons.</p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj-JAHIfCiW7rT4Ddbh3At8ixIXzzpwmIsfEMmGkD33nGlYYrsWol7G-Ht-YbJY7qh0Y1bK8jMj8CODDhhqsFc817km2lyFxj4hvW9K9FKDbCDvyUd4eN5O7HSu6GH_4CXY1kUCLqugOhc/s2539/20200904_MooseheadLake4a.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1238" data-original-width="2539" height="312" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj-JAHIfCiW7rT4Ddbh3At8ixIXzzpwmIsfEMmGkD33nGlYYrsWol7G-Ht-YbJY7qh0Y1bK8jMj8CODDhhqsFc817km2lyFxj4hvW9K9FKDbCDvyUd4eN5O7HSu6GH_4CXY1kUCLqugOhc/w640-h312/20200904_MooseheadLake4a.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Cowen Cove</span><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p></p><p>Sat- I paddle Moose Creek, near Squaw Mtn. It's all about the Moose up here! Then very carefully motor through the, "HAZARD AREA", of Lily's Cove to anchor among the numerous rocks and shallows of Laker Cove. Another serene, secluded spot.</p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie-4VP4yforYSIcntShr7BWoVTxREPaOE2z-zhT4Rzm6EOTolE4lIyEN8hdIvDi6QwTwjHk1aBbheivzuxhB4yeIVVK0pB6_NNa9lB5xFlzRmdDGzNK0n7qS8qki5GU7POmU3XImqLx60U/s2539/20200906_MooseheadLake15b.tif" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1238" data-original-width="2539" height="312" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie-4VP4yforYSIcntShr7BWoVTxREPaOE2z-zhT4Rzm6EOTolE4lIyEN8hdIvDi6QwTwjHk1aBbheivzuxhB4yeIVVK0pB6_NNa9lB5xFlzRmdDGzNK0n7qS8qki5GU7POmU3XImqLx60U/w640-h312/20200906_MooseheadLake15b.tif" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Breakfast on the Packraft</span><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p><br /> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>Sun- More paddling. This is the highlight of the trip. Glassy water, sunrise, winding my way through the sculpture garden of rocks, twisted stumps, and drift logs. I snorkle over piles of drift logs to immerse myself further. Then off to Lily's Cove State Park boat ramp for a 4 mile hike. Nice facility here with docks where they don't seem to care about overnight docking. </p><p></p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixqfS95tGdZun7b6soOtpPsC35UL0atHbiuAdV6GVdSDTxDoD64cFbGVnj7RBSYIC6BNUgkKvyeWFi5k84iRlYjr4OIJyjP1WDgpCE8aXllq6PW30McJlx9sHW9wLcaxXIQ-nqs8iRnBI3/s2539/20200906_MooseheadLake22a.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1238" data-original-width="2539" height="312" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixqfS95tGdZun7b6soOtpPsC35UL0atHbiuAdV6GVdSDTxDoD64cFbGVnj7RBSYIC6BNUgkKvyeWFi5k84iRlYjr4OIJyjP1WDgpCE8aXllq6PW30McJlx9sHW9wLcaxXIQ-nqs8iRnBI3/w640-h312/20200906_MooseheadLake22a.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Laker Cove Area</span><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /> <p>Sun Night- Back to Rockwood town dock because the forecast is for 30 to 40 MPH winds tomorrow and I don't want to be on the open lake. A steep chop kicks up very quickly here and the wind often seems a lot stronger than forecast. Now I have to knowingly ignore the overnight sign. No excuses.<br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtqhll272up9NurE-dPNpdc5133jihs6c1X6iWkI1cGRWD5cegKeHFUCB3BRKfEu-ZDlxZ5E7uC1UErRWdn_rGgNGbZXH1WKtiovcsfzNMcm52GGRa1DTKs4YeW0z5889JJsoim-6w0nPa/s2535/20200906_MooseheadLake13b.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1241" data-original-width="2535" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtqhll272up9NurE-dPNpdc5133jihs6c1X6iWkI1cGRWD5cegKeHFUCB3BRKfEu-ZDlxZ5E7uC1UErRWdn_rGgNGbZXH1WKtiovcsfzNMcm52GGRa1DTKs4YeW0z5889JJsoim-6w0nPa/s320/20200906_MooseheadLake13b.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p> </p><p>Mon- I pull my boat early and admire the 30 to 40 MPH winds and blowing chop from the shore. Nice trip! 48 miles, 5.5 gallons gas, I saw less than half of the lake.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1IHipoNHtLvxORt4faj9jvokvFHJBQprpc_iuOG5D4iPUVkM-yP_IFNdE6SsfLrNXBblOfmckTCq0bW8fljgAGxq8w-NmCcmauK1j4XqLM6wi5ilCZt2swXzsOqfY59tOgZ_UN2ESSKlL/s2539/20200907_MooseheadLake30a.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1238" data-original-width="2539" height="312" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1IHipoNHtLvxORt4faj9jvokvFHJBQprpc_iuOG5D4iPUVkM-yP_IFNdE6SsfLrNXBblOfmckTCq0bW8fljgAGxq8w-NmCcmauK1j4XqLM6wi5ilCZt2swXzsOqfY59tOgZ_UN2ESSKlL/w640-h312/20200907_MooseheadLake30a.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p></td></tr>
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<tr><td><p>4 Days on the Kennebec River, Maine, 7/30-8/2</p><p>Thurs- Launch in Bath, boat to Fort Popham, walk Popham Beach. Get caught in a brief squall on the beach but no rain! Want to go for a paddle but the beach is closed to water use due to a fatal Great White attack. Overnight anchorage- in the cove near the fort.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6o04nlQDgUQEVRCM-aRkO91E28FLB1maZBIQcLQgigerKwM40AB6LnUUXmS2WeZ3Ca3hRsc1b3UjG7LrmAEvW8ZKTGuuHYJyuvjT5rp1CAnCFJ7K4Pjr8vEeqCPsn0tzu8LD1bsnhmAQo/s2539/20200801_Kennebec7b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1238" data-original-width="2539" height="312" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6o04nlQDgUQEVRCM-aRkO91E28FLB1maZBIQcLQgigerKwM40AB6LnUUXmS2WeZ3Ca3hRsc1b3UjG7LrmAEvW8ZKTGuuHYJyuvjT5rp1CAnCFJ7K4Pjr8vEeqCPsn0tzu8LD1bsnhmAQo/w640-h312/20200801_Kennebec7b.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>Fri- A beautiful day hiking all around Swan Island, 10 or 11 miles. I paddle and swim before dinner. Overnight off Swan.</p><p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjscZUd5IQp67xMSP05kBjcD6qPSQtbv300fPJfW6WJrxy3irV9zEHaG755ziHlMc1Y7jFERH2m2RA4dCP4mv2MQ4H1xmVfL7gudnEwlpyGM4q7ucCLnMA6F8eBZJavde8pB8vu-tZFlk3V/s2539/20200731_Kennebec4c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1238" data-original-width="2539" height="312" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjscZUd5IQp67xMSP05kBjcD6qPSQtbv300fPJfW6WJrxy3irV9zEHaG755ziHlMc1Y7jFERH2m2RA4dCP4mv2MQ4H1xmVfL7gudnEwlpyGM4q7ucCLnMA6F8eBZJavde8pB8vu-tZFlk3V/w640-h312/20200731_Kennebec4c.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Swan Island Back Woods</span><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><br /> </p><p> </p><p><br /> </p><p> </p><p>Sat- I hike 4 or 5 miles around the Coastal Maine Botanical Gardens, walking all the fantastic gardens, mask worn for Covid danger. Overnight near Webber Island on Sasanoa River. Fullish moon, stunning night!</p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXsTLayt0UP7PGmIw7l5dA4mUcqORGTTfuQwKf0hEmmQCrzQ0ZsJjvb1TbeLrIO4rydUm0RNle74MLihq561iVnqFGgEsen9PKSRw51CwiE-LA8zZlruBfAv8AkCivRRN0sbxbxVtJdrNx/s2539/20200801_Kennebec8a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1238" data-original-width="2539" height="312" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXsTLayt0UP7PGmIw7l5dA4mUcqORGTTfuQwKf0hEmmQCrzQ0ZsJjvb1TbeLrIO4rydUm0RNle74MLihq561iVnqFGgEsen9PKSRw51CwiE-LA8zZlruBfAv8AkCivRRN0sbxbxVtJdrNx/w640-h312/20200801_Kennebec8a.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Don't let your boat look like this!</span><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p> <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4S7xpUncnU4Gq6_dCOx0tPNappn0FQxcHJGRAzmcJwdaWXKPFLmdB-Qx8PF7_0Xt4mvo41uBsPcXzXGlRJyjgE48Uv9w7aAshvoWnduw7ltn1UshAFtzK2ipolQ4Pw6ehO71xYvXEOAoU/s2539/20200801_Kennebec9b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1238" data-original-width="2539" height="312" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4S7xpUncnU4Gq6_dCOx0tPNappn0FQxcHJGRAzmcJwdaWXKPFLmdB-Qx8PF7_0Xt4mvo41uBsPcXzXGlRJyjgE48Uv9w7aAshvoWnduw7ltn1UshAFtzK2ipolQ4Pw6ehO71xYvXEOAoU/w640-h312/20200801_Kennebec9b.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">This looks better</span><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>Sun- Morning paddle around Webber and neighboring islands. Low tide here is particularly scenic. Feeling happy, immersed in sea, salt and sun. I want to keep this serenity with me wherever I go. 91 miles, 9 gallons gas.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1zSs5hw-RtV07kWkYE3voCIaYYHVMJT7RXhWE4BEWeuLFOS0ucNpCSaPAPOHpbY2P9_CoHYfu-ZjHtmZLk5qaZsKqb_Pd-49WIK3Uik40Hsf_aPhNZmWhw_2M0kln8KbyWgkQjlJSDvso/s2539/20200801_Kennebec6a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1238" data-original-width="2539" height="312" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1zSs5hw-RtV07kWkYE3voCIaYYHVMJT7RXhWE4BEWeuLFOS0ucNpCSaPAPOHpbY2P9_CoHYfu-ZjHtmZLk5qaZsKqb_Pd-49WIK3Uik40Hsf_aPhNZmWhw_2M0kln8KbyWgkQjlJSDvso/w640-h312/20200801_Kennebec6a.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p> </p><p><br /> </p><p><br /></p></td></tr>
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<tr><td><p>7/19/20 Pt Judith to Block Island, Bucket List trip in my little boat!<br /></p><p>Fri Night- Boat ramp at head of Pt Judith Pond to overnight anchorage 1/2 mile out behind the sea wall in Refuge Harbor. I kinda like that smell of seagull droppings on the rocks. It makes me feel alive.</p><p>Sat- Cross to BI in fog. Start at 4:45 with lights on. I keep my speed around 8 MPH when the fog is dense. This crossing might be a little reckless. If the BI Ferry comes out of the grey emptiness directly in front of me I'm probably done. It's very eerie entering the narrow opening to New Harbor on BI by GPS with no visual confirmation. I think the island is there somewhere. I'll know it if I hit it.<br /></p><p>The fog lifts late morning. The Great Salt Pond is a mooring field of visiting yachts as far as far can be. So many boats! I unicycle and walk around the island. It's super crowded. So many people! Where does one go to find solitude around here?</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiHJqS-PhIucOu4T2pGaRcs-ILc8DD6K71X_APCLuLQLdR8GIURRLKClVWpQtxipSzz7I4MTgAMjQIE9oOn5TNHHTAv8pl0OZomI7j2sod0NKX55kpSqDIIMkd3dHv6k_lLe4MbrmZhC_s/s2539/20200719_061746+BI+Boats1.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1238" data-original-width="2539" height="312" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiHJqS-PhIucOu4T2pGaRcs-ILc8DD6K71X_APCLuLQLdR8GIURRLKClVWpQtxipSzz7I4MTgAMjQIE9oOn5TNHHTAv8pl0OZomI7j2sod0NKX55kpSqDIIMkd3dHv6k_lLe4MbrmZhC_s/w640-h312/20200719_061746+BI+Boats1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>Sat Night- I enter Harbor Pond on the mid tide to anchor for the night. Aint no big boats getting in here! It takes a little boat to own a secluded pond.</p><p>Sun Morning- Early return to Pt Judith in a gathering wind. At sunrise it's already 10-15 with light fog. Slow 2 hour crossing. The wind jumps to 20 plus and heavy fog moves in a little after I return. Yikes, close call! I really pushed my limits on this trip. I got lucky. Some day my limits might push back.<br /></p></td></tr></tbody></table>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339566540891560490.post-69031191824354252522019-10-21T21:03:00.003-04:002020-01-16T18:59:43.709-05:00Nantucket by Bike<table style="width: 620px;"><tbody>
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10/19 to 10/21 Nantucket 3 day weekend with Barbara<br />
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Nantucket by bike. No car. This worked out really well. The island is just the right size to be explored by pedal power. There are scenic bike paths all over the island.<br />
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We had to avoid biking in the historic town. Cobblestones are not pedal friendly. Most restaurants were in hoofing distance from the B&B anyway.<br />
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Sat- Biked to 'Sconset Bluff Walk, nice walk. 25 miles of riding. Fun day.<br />
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Sun- Biked to Madaket. This had one of the nicest sections of path that I've been on, interesting Fall scenery. We curled up behind a deserted dune on Madaket Beach and meditated/napped to the call of seagulls and the whisper of waves.<br />
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We stayed at a charming B&B, the Chestnut House. Very nostalgic. We stayed here in our first year of Marriage, almost 100 years ago.<br />
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Mon- Whaling Museum for a rainy morning, headed home early. We wanted to do a beautiful 6 mile hike at Sanford Farm/Ram pasture but we got rained out. Beautiful weekend overall.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339566540891560490.post-28807594142733308382019-09-15T21:22:00.001-04:002020-12-24T22:18:30.466-05:00Nantucket Dinghy Ride<table style="width: 620px;"><tbody>
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A few other boaters told me not to even consider taking my 12' dinghy across the 10 miles of open ocean from Chatham to Nantucket. I took that as an invitation.<br />
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This was my furthest Island crossing and the first time that I couldn't
see any land when I was in the middle of a crossing. It was a nice way
to get in touch with a feeling of true insignificance in this vast
world. I loved it. <br />
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Fri- Wind 10-15 MPH, ENE, gave me a following sea off my rear quarter for the crossing. I cruised at about 5 to 8 MPH. One piece of chop broke over my rear quarter from behind and got me a little wet but wasn't big enough to flood the boat. After that I kept one eye forward and one eye back. No problem. Anchored for night near Millbrook Creek, nice spot!<br />
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Sat- Kited near Pocomo, hiked to Alter Rock. I enjoyed the hike but not super scenic. Anchored for night in entrance to Coskata Pond, tide dependent.<br />
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Sun- W wind 5-10 for return, dropping to no wind, foggy. Easy crossing.<br />
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<br />I can take Nantucket off my boating bucket list! It's still a pretty long list.</td></tr>
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<tr><td>Memorial Day Weekend- What a beautiful 3 days for boating and exploring Martha's Vineyard! How did I love the long weekend? Let me count the ways.<br />
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Had a super easy light wind crossing from Falmouth Sat Morning.<br />
Visited Mytoi Japanese Garden on Chappaquiddick.<br />
Kited at Katama Bay.<br />
Anchored and took the Chappaquiddick ferry to Edgartown for a hot shower and supplies.<br />
Walked most of the Joseph Sylvia State Beach looking for kite launches, found some.<br />
Explored Felix Neck Wildlife Sanctuary by packraft and on foot.<br />
Tied up at the Dinghy dock in Oak Bluffs for a Lobster Roll.<br />
Had a super easy light wind crossing back to Falmouth Monday evening.<br />
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<u>Anchorages</u><br />
Friday Night- Falmouth, Eel Pond, off Waquiot Bay, N wind.<br />
Saturday Night- Edgartown, Chappaquiddick Point, in no wake zone, SW wind.<br />
Sunday Night- Sengakontacket Pond, Bran Point cove, SW, NW, NE wind. <br />
Next time- Anywhere around Felix Neck in Sengakontacket Pond, very quiet, pretty.<br />
Next time- Caleb Pond, off Katama Bay, a few houses but very scenic, not official anchorage?<br />
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<u>Low Bridges</u><br />
Kennedy Bridge on Chappaquiddick- I fit under at dead low only.<br />
Sengakontacket Pond, Center bridge, (Jaws bridge)- I fit under at dead high or low.<br />
Sengakontacket Pond, North Bridge- I fit under at dead low only.<br />
I used to fit under all these bridges but my boat keeps growing, (windshield, roll bar).<br />
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<u>Motor trouble?</u><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339566540891560490.post-47548903571287017022019-05-19T21:00:00.000-04:002019-05-23T22:30:04.762-04:00Congrats Ben!!!<table style="width: 620px;"><tbody>
<tr><td><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">5/19/19 Ben- It</span></span> seems like just a few minutes ago you were helping wooly bears cross the street. You were catching
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differentiate into bone or muscle cells. I don't know exactly what that
means but I know that I've loved watching you grow into the miraculous
adult version of yourself. Much love to a budding scientist!<br />
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<tr><td>4/27/19 Anchored in Stage Harbor- Winds blowing to 30, temp down to 42, no moonlight, patchy clouds and some drizzle. Yay, first night on the water this season.<br />
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After the clouds clear, the stars seem to burn extra fiercely in the black night sky. My winter sleeping bag is soft and toasty, perfect for these temps. I had almost forgotten how much I love sleeping on the boat. I'm in one of those, just happy to be alive moments. <br />
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That feeling lingers until the next day when I take the motor up to full throttle. It only hits 4400 rpm. The entire top end is gone. Along with my vacation plans to go to Nantucket for a week starting next weekend. I'm not making that trip with an unpredictable motor.<br />
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I also discover that the weepy leak on a seam I thought I fixed last year is still crying. Yeah, that about sums up boat ownership. A rapture of stars at night and tears in the morning.</td></tr>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339566540891560490.post-75548002024608090092019-02-23T21:38:00.001-05:002019-04-03T17:36:42.786-04:00Hemlock Gorge<table style="width: 620px;"><tbody>
<tr><td>Paddling: Charles River, Newton at Needham St to Lower Falls pedestrian bridge.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339566540891560490.post-64040652675821254152018-12-09T19:00:00.000-05:002019-07-02T10:42:26.906-04:00To My Packraft<table style="width: 620px;"><tbody>
<tr><td>12/9/18 This trip is to welcome you, my new Alpacka Raft, into my family of outdoor toys. I bought you to be a dinghy to my dinghy but that doesn't sound very flattering. I want you to feel appreciated for who you are. You weigh less than nothing, pack down to the size of almost nothing, but you're as tough as toenails. Your special! Welcome.<br />
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Groton, Ma- I paddle about 3 miles downstream on the Squannacook River then 2 miles downstream on the Nashua River. These 2 rivers make a big U. Then I deflate the raft, break down the paddle, throw the whole mess in a backpack and walk back 1.5 miles to my starting point. Definitely a fun way to ride the rivers!<br />
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Castle. 2 nights, 2 days. </span></span></span><br />
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<span class=" UFICommentActorAndBody"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><span class="UFICommentBody">I drove thru a snow flurry on my way to the boat ramp on Friday. Hey you can't scare me away that easily.</span></span></span><br />
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<span class=" UFICommentActorAndBody"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><span class="UFICommentBody">Friday Evening- I left the boat ramp at sunset, headed north, pulled into the Essex Yacht Club as the last light was fading from the sky. I just wanted to ask for directions to the town dock but the manager, Bob, was fascinated by my "floating tent". </span></span></span><br />
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<span class=" UFICommentActorAndBody"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><span class="UFICommentBody">We had a friendly chat and he offered to let me tie up there for the night. Wow, does that make my boat a yacht?! I walked into town for dinner and I was careful to mention to anyone in earshot that my powerboat was docked at the Essex Yacht Club. Just saying that seemed to add roughly 20' to the length of my boat in my mind. I was very impressed with myself for owning such a big boat.</span></span></span><br />
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<span class=" UFICommentActorAndBody"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><span class="UFICommentBody">Saturday- Northbound, I took Selden creek, the scenic route around Selden Island. I had plenty of water at mid tide. This narrow, secluded channel felt like a secret passage through a beautiful landscape painting.</span></span></span><br />
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<span class=" UFICommentActorAndBody"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><span class="UFICommentBody">Further north, I hiked all the hilly trails around Gillete Castle in the new snow. It must be beautiful here in the Fall foliage season. It would be fun to see the inside of this funky eccentric castle when it's open to the public. </span></span></span><br />
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<span class=" UFICommentActorAndBody"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><span class="UFICommentBody">North, the Salmon River was pretty shallow on mid tide. This is when I started having motor trouble. It wouldn't run over 3000 rpm. I turned south to Deep River Marina and tied up to a small floating dock in Pratt Creek. </span></span></span><br />
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<span class=" UFICommentActorAndBody"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><span class="UFICommentBody">During the night I noticed that the view had changed. I knew my boat was firmly tied to the dock so that shouldn't happen. Then I saw that the entire dock had pivoted 180 degrees around it's single anchor pole! Probably due to a change in the tidal flow. My boat was now up against the shallows. I raised the motor, checked the tide chart, which showed high water in the the morning, and slid back into my sleeping bag. If I got beached overnight, no problem, I'd be floating when I woke up. Life is good.</span></span></span><br />
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<span class=" UFICommentActorAndBody"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><span class="UFICommentBody">The temp was down to 30F overnight with zero wind. I was cozy and happy in my synthetic mummy bag with long underwear and hat and my heavy winter jacket thrown over the foot of the bag. In the morning it took about 1 hour of motoring before the thick layer of frost melted and dried off the windshield enough for me to see through it. </span></span></span><br />
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<span class=" UFICommentActorAndBody"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><span class="UFICommentBody">Sunday- I headed south to the mouth of the Conn river mostly keeping my motor under 3000 rpm to keep it running. I checked out almost all of the Lieutenant River, paddled the marsh in the Great Island Wildlife Area in my new packraft, and found a nice kiting beach in Griswold Cove for a west wind day. The small channels in this area were deep enough for my boat on the mid tide but getting in and out of the channels was scratchy. The connection of the Back River to the Conn River was especially challenging to navigate even on shallow water drive where I draw less then 1 foot of water.</span></span></span><br />
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<span class=" UFICommentActorAndBody"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><span class="UFICommentBody">Packraft- This super lightweight inflatable raft worked great as a dinghy to get to shore or I can add a home made rudder and use it to go exploring. I found that I could half deflate it and put it behind my seat or leave it fully inflated, tied to the side of the boat and flipped up, if no wind.</span></span></span><br />
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<tr><td>Bath, Maine- 2 nights on my boat on the Kennebec River.<br />
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Wild wind, surging currents, cold temps, rugged coastline. What's not to love?<br />
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10/20/18, Saturday- I boat down the Kennebec river to kite at Popham Beach but it's too windy to cross the last half mile where the river widens into a small bay. The SW cross wind is gusting to 35MPH. I can see the fort where I was planning to anchor but I can't make it. How's that for irony?<br />
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I take a break from the wind and chop to dock in the lee of Perkins Island. Nice spot! Public dockage, small pine needle campsite, unmanned lighthouse. I have it completely to myself. Things seem a little quiet around here this time of year. I have no idea know why.<br />
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I have fun crossing Merrymeeting Bay where the Kennebec joins the Androscoggin. Fierce current and chop with 25MPH gusts. It's too shallow to hug the upwind shore. But I make it to Swan Island to tie up to their kayak dock overnight like you're not supposed too. No matter. I never see a ranger or even another person.<br />
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I see some friendly white tailed deer though. One comes right up to me and licks my hand. When I bend down it tries to lick my face. I'm pretty startled but I ask myself, am I really scared of Bambi? Maybe.<br />
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I also see some beavers slapping their tails for warning around my boat at night. Different from the usual fish jumping sound. Yes the river is fresh water, with 4' tides up here. Go figure.<br />
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Temp is down to 39F Sat night, plenty warm for my synthetic fill
mummy sleeping bag with my long sleeve shirt and bathing suit. High temp of 45 Sunday is cold but doable as long
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On my way back on Sunday the howling NW wind is blowing with the ripping current, (luckily). It's gusting to 35 again. I turn off the motor and clock myself drifting/blowing at 5.8 MPH.<br />
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Places I wanted to visit but didn't-<br />
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Popham Beach State Park- Looks like a beautiful beach for kiting! And nearby hiking.<br />
Maine Maritime Museum- $17 includes museum entrance, overnight dockage, shower.<br />
Coastal Maine Botanical Gardens- Free dockage, mooring, complimentary dinghy, (seasonal?).<br />
Bath Town Dock- 3 hours free dockage, (docks were pulled out already for the season).<br />
Popham Fort- Might be interesting.<br />
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I've got to come back here! But not this year.<br />
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Friday night- South launch boat ramp, near Maine Maritime Museum, south to Morse Cove, anchor for night.<br />
Saturday- South to the beginning of Atkins Bay, north to Perkins Island, way north to Swan Island kayak dock.<br />
Sunday- 9 mile hike on Swan, South to South launch boat ramp.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339566540891560490.post-90347170122645902802018-09-23T21:06:00.000-04:002018-10-23T22:22:45.877-04:00Mahatten or Sink<table style="width: 620px;"><tbody>
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I really loved this trip!!! I kited when it was windy, boated when it wasn't. Tried to stay dry when it rained 6 of the first 7 days. Not successful.<br />
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I kited 5 days in a row during the second week, mostly on Fire Island.<br />
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I had a I nice visit with Ruth in Manhattan. I was super lucky to get 2 glassy days to make the run in and out of the city. Over the phone they told me that I couldn't get a slip at the Boat Basin because my boat was too small but when I showed up they relented. My boat may be small but it has a big personality.<br />
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In 2 weeks I was treated to a gale, dense fog, deluging rain, occasional sun, and a couple of small craft advisories, including the remnants of Hurricane Francis, which gave me some big wave kiting at Robert Moses Park on Fire Island.<br />
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Overall the very best moments were often when I was anchored for the night in some secluded cove, nestled in my sleeping bag, watching the lights winking across the bay, listening to crickets on shore, wind blowing through trees, waves gurgling and singing, loving life.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Coziness! That's my Toilet Hanging over the Steering Wheel</span><br />
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I get lofted.<br />
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I'm foiling in light winds. A big lull hits and I'm working the kite to keep it up and stay on the board. I pull hard on the bar and I'm up about 20' in the air before I can blink. It's like I'm just plucked out of the water, right off my board, by some large invisible hand.<br />
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By the time I can think about punching out I've leveled off so I sine the kite to try to keep from plummeting. I drift for a second, then I plummet. I hit pretty hard but I'm in deep water, far enough from the beach. I'm O.K. just a little shocked and dazed.<br />
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If I was launching or landing at the moment that
it hit I would have landed on the concrete wall, steps, flagpoles,
sidewalk, or parking lot. None of those surfaces would feel soft and
cushy from a 20' drop. It could be unpleasant. We'd have to change the
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Earlier in the day I had seen a mini twister of sand spin across the beach down near the lifeguard chairs. I'm guessing that what's picked me up. I was kiting down in that area when it hit.<br />
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Scuttlebutt says these mini cyclones are caused by planes that are routed low over P Bay in a NE wind coming in to land at Logan Airport. They're known as wake turbulence or wingtip vortices and in extreme circumstances have caused following planes to crash. They can last for up to 3 minutes before dissipating.<br />
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<tr><td>6/10/2018 Sat- I boat Waquoit Bay to the Elizabeth Islands, exploring Cuttyhunk by water and foot.<br />
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Sat night- I meet up with Walter and Jeff in Cuttyhunk Harbor, tieing up to Walters 42' sailboat like a little toy boat next to the real thing. Jeff cooks up a gourmet dinner and we spend the evening talking about boating and kiting adventures past and future. Nice times!<br />
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Sunday- Heading back, I find a great gunkholing spot in the Elizabeth islands. It's a secluded little pond off of Northwest Gutter, not tide dependent (I think), SW of Uncatena Island, not far from Woods Hole. Maybe I'll be back. Watch out for crazy currents near Wood Hole.<br />
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1/14/2018 There was some drama on the mountain today. <br />
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As I'm heading up the trail, groups of hikers are coming down saying the stream crossing isn't passable. What!? <br />
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The recent rain had melted the ice bridges. There was a downed tree but a hiker had just tried to shimmy across and fallen in. The fast water knocked her over, completely soaking her, and she didn't have a bathing suit on.<br />
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As I'm scouting out the crossing, an intrepid hiker approaches, takes one look and shimmies across. Then her friend does the same. That's how you do it. I rearrange my pack to be more waterproof, just in case, and follow. No problem.<br />
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I have a beautiful hike. No bathing suit needed.<br />
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Note- I'm having some trouble with sore knees, hips and feet after hiking so this might be my last Winter hike for this season. My goal of hiking all 48 of the New Hampshire 4000 footers may be put on hold indefinitely.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339566540891560490.post-11471537361127511712017-10-22T21:57:00.000-04:002018-11-22T10:31:35.854-05:00Casco Bay<table style="width: 620px;"><tbody>
<tr><td>Oct 3rd- My right eye develops 3 tears in the retina due to a vitreous detachment gone wrong. A little laser surgery mostly fixes it up but it needs time to heal. No kiting, jogging, mountain climbing, working out for 8 weeks. Ouch!<br />
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Oct 22nd- I'm cleared to boat and do easy hikes. I'm not asking twice.<br />
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I launch from Bug Light Park, Portland. A sign says no overnight parking without prior approval. Oops. But I don't get ticketed, maybe because it's so late in the season. I cross Casco Bay in glassy water, hike, then anchor for the night in Long Cove, Harpswell Sound. I'm so glad to be back in the great big outdoors!<br />
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Hiking- Cliff Trail and Devils Back Trails in Harpswell. Devils Back Trails are really nice, pine forest with constant water views. But my favorite spot is a trail through golden bittersweet on Little Chebeague Island on the way back to Portland. <br />
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Kiting Spots- I see nothing enticing in my entire trip. It's mostly pine trees and rocks, hilly, rugged and beautiful, but very few sandy beaches. Lots of islands close to each other to disrupt the wind. Between Little and Great Chebeague Islands are some sand bars at dead low that could be fun in the right wind direction. Might be gusty though. Note- some areas in Casco Bay are completely filled with lobster pot buoys.<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Connecticut River to Fire Island NY</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Old Saybrook, Baldwin Bridge Boat Ramp. Launched my bathtub at sunset. Anchored in a shallow cove near the mouth of the Conn river by moonlight. Was grounded on a sandbar for 4 hours in the morning. Oops.</span><br />
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Crossed Long Island Sound to Orient Point, 8 miles open ocean. Kited on a sandbar near Gardiners Island until a security boat told me that the sandbar was private. Oops. Anchored in Montauk Harbor overnight.<br />
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Kited on Cedar Island. Climbed some scenic cliffs. Went through Shinnecock canal and lock. My gas tank fitting broke, bilge pump malfunctioned and I found a slow leak on a seam of the boat under where I keep my tools. Oops. Anchored near the canal and a marina for evening.<br />
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Tuesday <br />
Tied up at Great Gun Marina for night. But first I bought a new bilge pump and gas fitting at that nice marina that I slept near. Then I celebrated making it to Fire Island! Had the whole public marina to myself. 52 slips, I was the only occupied boat. Took my first shower in 4 days. Scary cold shower.<br />
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Wednesday <br />
Anchored in a buggy marsh near the Smith Point Bridge for sleepytime after visits to the Sunken Forest and Cherry Grove. Cherry Grove is for hobbits.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Cherry Grove with Fire Island's Famous Boardwalks</span></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></td></tr>
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Thursday <br />
Spent another peaceful night at Great Gun after spending the whole day lazing around the marina, waiting for wind so I could kite the ocean side point break (sandbar/point). Love this spot! Endless fine white sand dunes devoid of human activity. Jogged to Moriches inlet then took another scary cold shower. Had a chat with a local boater, Robin. Thanks for the beer, (or 2).<br />
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Friday <br />
Snorkeled in north end of Shinnecock Bay. Lots of Blue Crabs. Made me hungry. Went through Locks again. Anchored in North Sea Harbor overnight, not my favorite anchorage. <br />
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Saturday <br />
Left the bathtub anchored in Majors Harbor, went for a soul satisfying 6 mile hike (round trip) through Mashomack Preserve to a general store for some fresh eats. Signs say NO BOAT LANDING but friendly Shelter Harbor Patrol boat told me just anchor offshore and swim in. Next time I'm doing the whole 10 mile hike! Or else. Anchored in Cocles Harbor, Shelter Island for bedtime, very nice cove.<br />
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Sun Morning<br />
Motored to Orient point in intermittent dense fog. Waited 1 hour for fog to clear. It didn't. Crossed Long Island Sound in intermittent dense fog, One hand on my air horn, constantly scanning around me, slowing to 5 MPH at times. Couldn't count on a big boat seeing my little bathtub in the mist. Glad for a safe crossing but very sad for my adventure to be over. Now I'm trying to relive it here. It's not the same.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Limited Visibility</span></td></tr>
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Total- 9 days, 9 nights, 260 miles, 1 gas tank fitting, 1 bilge pump, 1 leak.<br />
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The Inland Bays- Peconic, Gardiners, Shelter Island Sound, had places to kite but they weren't that exciting. Napeague was a stand out for- NW wind strength, a shallow safe spot in all wind directions, and secluded, scenic.<br />
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The Coastal Bays- Shinnecock, Moriches, Bellport, Great South Bay. I saw beautiful inviting spots all along the way. Great Gun Marina on Fire Island had the best wave spot I saw. Old Inlet in Bellport Bay had nice waves and slicks but watch for tides, and for sandbars boating in and out. Sandbars inside Shinnecock inlet looked enticing.<br />
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I couldn't actually try any of the really nice spots. Zero wind. That means I have to go back next year for two weeks. It's officially on my bucket list.<br />
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<tr><td>Hiked Mt Chocorua with Ben as a last hurrah before he heads back to Tufts on Sat. Ahh, it was nice. A perfect day for it. Sunny, with temp in upper 60's. Lively hike and livelier conversation.<br />
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Mt Chocorua, 3850 ft, Champney Falls Trail, Easy 7 miles, 4.5 hours.</td></tr>
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