BoothBay Harbor ME to Camden ME and return
8/31/00 - 9/1/00 Aboard "Sunny"
A big thanks to David Duggan who was my partner
for this trip. His quick reflexes, sailing skills, and galley work
contributed significantly to the trip. I have omitted photos of him
enjoying the sail, solely to respect his privacy.
We left Boothbay Harbor at 5:50 A. M. after good-byes
to Irene and Helen and arrived in Camden Harbor at 4:30 P. M., a 43.4 nautical
mile trip [49.9 statue mile]. Average speed was 4.7 MPH mostly through
1/4 mile visibility fog and using a Honda 5 HP 4 cycle outboard.
The engine required 3 gallons of fuel each direction or 16.6 MPG.
During one of the breaks in the fog, the sun bathed Owlshead Light comforted
us. Notice the fog in the right side of the photograph.
Owlshead Light Photo
Owlshead Light Photo
Using GPS and a compass,
each buoy was easy to find and we always knew distance and direction and
where we were despite the fog. I mounted the radar reflector on the
back stay near the boom as soon as we got underway and saw that the fog
offshore was thicker than in harbor. For portions of the trip we
were about 5 nautical miles offshore following a popular route of pleasure
craft. Periodically, a lobster man plied common waters tending traps.
As we passed each harbor or island, David and I would talk about its features.
David has extensive experience in Maine and knows the coastal sites well.
I read aloud from A Cruising Guide to the Maine Coast by Hank and
Han Taft. In some cases, the entries explained the background supporting
what David said. For example, David knew puffins could be seen on
Eastern Egg Rock because a Boothbay Harbor tourist boat would go there
during the season. The Guide explained who reestablished the colony
and what time of the year puffins are present. Keeping watch in the
fog, staying on course, and visiting in our imagination the nearby treasures
as we passed quietly by sped our voyage.
I had made a mooring reservation
at Wayfarer Marine and I tried to raise them on channel 9 then channel
16; there was no answer. Then a friendly radio operator suggested,
"Sunny, try 71." Sounds of "This is Waferer Marine", saved us a trip
to the fuel dock. They put us on #6 in the outer harbor, a white
mooring buoy with #6 WMT painted on it. The many boats on moorings
made finding empty #6 relatively easy.
The evening had actually
started about two hours south of Camden when I used the cell phone to tell
Irene where we were and ask if she and Helen and Sarah would like to drive
up and join us for dinner. A second call confirmed they would be
there about 5 P.M. The alternative destination, Tenants Harbor, is
well short of Camden and none of us knew for sure, when we left, where
we would spend the night. Everyone celebrated the trip, over dinner,
harbor side at The Waterfront Restaurant on Bayview Street. Having
had only four hours sleep, we headed back to Sunny from the dingy dock
in the Zodiac to move water safe equipment to the cockpit from the cozy
cabin and then bed down. I fell asleep minutes after we reboarded
and awoke in the sunrise twilight. David broke out the gasoline camping
stove and reheated my thermos of coffee. He doesn't drink coffee.
As we watched the stove work, I poured two half full coffee cups of
David's Cavit Pinot Grigio for us to start our day. We savored our
surroundings. The town and harbor still slept as the sun peeked from
Sunrise from Sunny
Sunrise from Sunny
David returned the now hot
again coffee to the thermos freeing the stove for bacon and eggs.
Minutes later we sat contemplating how lucky we were.
After another Zodiac trip
to town, highlighting the public rest rooms, we dropped the mooring and
headed to sea at 7:50 A. M., a late start. The winds were light but
favorable so we set sail and killed the outboard. Within the hour,
the winds had shifted to our nose and strengthened. With the jib
now down and engine running we commenced wide tacks with head-on seas and
whitecaps. There was no reading from the guide as tending to the
transit kept us both alert. Despite the 90 degree temperature ashore,
we spent the day in a cold and breezy mist spotting other traffic and avoiding
ledges during our wide sweeps to the Southwest. As we returned to
home waters, traffic passed ever closer. A 6.2 Meter sailboat shares
the waters with some "next boats, many times removed."
Yes, a radar reflector and
careful watch is critical in the fog. That vessel is m-o-v-i-n-g.
Now safely on Sunny's home mooring, we transferred the extra gear to the
Boston Whaler Outrage 18 and headed to the cottage dock welcomed by Irene,
Helen, Sarah, Victoria and George, hands raised in applause.
Next trip, maybe those imaginary
visits to the places we passed may become reality. The Maine coast
offers so much and our 6.2 Meter Boston Whaler Harpoon provided a
wonderful magic carpet for the trip.