Thursday, June 12, 2008

Portland to Bangor - Day 2

[Kyle] On the second day, the fog was gone. Instead of going out to sea in the direction from which we came, we went through a narrow channel through a drawbridge into Boothbay Harbor. The whole trip was just gorgeous and once we got out of the protection of the channel, we were able to get wind and sail all the way into our anchorage at Long Cove in Tenant's Harbor just inside Penobscot Bay. We anchored in a big, wide, protected bay ringed with islands that had views of the Atlantic and the Bay in between.

The one curious thing was the behavior of the local lobstermen. We anchored in the middle of a pretty big bay in a spot that was well away from any lobster pots or anything that resembled a channel or traffic area. Nevertheless, on several occasions, passing lobster boats would deliberately alter course to pass VERY close to us and leave a huge wake. On one occasion, I was doing dishes and I saw a boat that had previously waked us do a 180 degree turn and head full speed right at us. I was just starting to think about jumping overboard when he swerved out of the way with about 20 feet to go. For the life of us, we couldn't figure out what we must've done to illicit such behavior. Maybe it used to be Ol' Stinky's favorite spot or something. I don't know. Anyway, once lobsterin' hours were over, it was a very nice spot.


kate said...

Those blasted lobstah-men! I've never been able to stand them and their snooty ways. They go around acting all superior because people have to wear a bib to eat what they catch. Seriously, though, what was up with that? Did they think you were poachers? Goodness, such an unabashed display of machismo. I thought even the fishermen in New England were more refined than that. You know, eating Pepperidge Farm cookies instead of Chips Ahoy. Ah well - your idyllic spot for the night more than compensated I'm sure. Where else in Maine will you guys visit?

SV-Footprint said...

We still don't understand exactly what we did wrong... We were in the middle of a muddy bay (No lobster pots in sight)... Oh well