Seguin Island and more

It’s another overcast and foggy day and we’re in transit, so I’ll write about something pleasant to keep me from being grumpy πŸ˜‰. This is a long entry. If it’s dreary where you are too, settle in someplace cozy with a hot beverage and enjoy 😊.

Sequin Island

We went to Seguin after Damariscove. The lighthouse and Island are under the stewardship of the Friends of Seguin Island Light (FOSIL). We were fortunate to pick up the last of the 6 moorings in the cove, because no anchoring is allowed due to the underwater cables that feed power to the now automated lighthouse. It was a beautiful, sunny day (and I was finally feeling better). We waited to go ashore a bit, hoping to get a better mooring further away from the rocks, which we eventually did. Early afternoon a little fog washed over the island sending about half the people ashore scurrying for their boats to head home (Seguin is only a couple of miles off Popham Beach). So we picked up one of their moorings, the fog blew away, and we had a lovely, sunny walk on the island, a look through the tiny museum in the old light keeper’s house, and a tour of the lighthouse itself, courtesy of the caretaker, Mary, who lives with her husband in the other half of the light keeper’s duplex, formerly the assistant light keeper’s quarters. They volunteer here from May-August.

This lighthouse has an original 1st order Fresnel lens (four people could fit inside!), still in use, weighing in the vicinity of 1.5-2 tons! It was almost lost in the 1980s when the Coast Guard was directed to chuck it into the ocean so it could be replaced with modern electronics. A local man who knew its history, managed to get that halted and FOSIL formed and took stewardship of it. A 1000 W halogen bulb was fitted inside and it continues to light the waters at night. The views from the lighthouse and from the entire island are stunning!

When we finally returned to Lady we were the only boat left in the cove! It was just us and the (noisy) gulls for the night.

The Basin

The fog rolled in for real that night leaving the boat wet in the AM, like after a rain. We headed for The Basin in Phippsburg, off the New Meadows River. With winds from the east, the first part of the ride was bumpy, until we rounded the point to head up river, then it smoothed out, but it did rain. The rain stopped before we got to The Basin, but it was too overcast and wet to go ashore for a walk (it’s all wooded and field trails). But we did enjoy a quiet, still night there. It was still overcast in the AM, but the boat was dry and it was sort of warm, so we could be out in the cockpit at least. We headed out shortly after breakfast for The Goslings in Middle Bay on the west side of Harpswell Neck.

The Goslings

It was a very foggy, bumpy ride with seas 6-8 feet! Poor Dave & Dad. When we finally rounded Harpswell Neck it calmed and the fog was less thick. We bought lobsters fresh off a lobster boat and arrived safely at the Goslings where we picked up a mooring. Then the sun came out! We had a lovely afternoon and went for a walk at low tide when the sandbar is exposed between east & west Gosling and you can walk between the two. When we returned to Lady, I donned my swimsuit and took a bath and did my hair in the ocean followed by a gloriously warm freshwater rinse in the stern. The boys scrubbed the growth off the hulls then did their bath & rinse. We got to sit in the cockpit for dinner. Delightful!

Tuesday was overcast, but dry and sort of warm. We enjoyed a pre-lunch walk around East Gosling, and after lunch went back at low tide to walk the sand bar again, watch the hermit crab activity, and skip stones. Dave taught me a better technique and I’m getting pretty good at it now! Dinner was inside this time, because the fog rolled in early evening. It soaked the boat overnight, too. We left just after breakfast for the short jaunt to South Freeport Harbor.

Then we arrived and I didn’t have time to finish this post. We arrived safely, went ashore for some shopping and lunch, then made use of the showers at at Brewer’s Marina (we’re on their mooring). Now I’m waiting contentedly to transfer our laundry to the dryer because Brewers also has laundry facilities-yay!

Dave offered to bring me back to the boat, but I’m not so secretly enjoying my time ashore in this clean, dry, not sticky guest facility. There’s my timer. Time to move the laundry πŸ˜‰.

Salt water wash, fresh water rinse

I mentioned in another post that we hold 160 gallons of water on board. We have purchased a water maker which Dave will install when we return. So until then we have what we have and fill up when we can. So we are frugal in a couple of ways (sometimes more than we need to be; I worry about running out). Our galley sink has a valve to run either salt water or fresh water. So we wash our dishes with salt water and dish soap, then give them a final rinse with fresh water. Sometimes we do that for our ‘showers’ if we know we can’t refill our fresh water for a while. Our heads (boat word for bathrooms) only have fresh water, so if the ocean water temp is 65F or more (that’s warm for Maine) we’ll don our swimsuits, jump in and soap up with an ocean-friendly soap, rinse it off, then use the fresh water rinse hose on our starboard stern. Fortunately we have water heaters, so the rinse is warm!

Which leads me to electricity…

One thing I like about living on a boat is the reduced footprint. We are solar electric, which greatly reduces our use of fossil fuels. We only have to run the diesel generators (which charge the batteries that run the electric motors) when we travel more than 20-30 miles at a pop, or if we want to go faster than 5 knots, or if we’re traveling into head seas (waves & wind in our face). When we’re stationary, the solar panels keep the batteries charged nicely. We can run a coffee maker, a bread maker, an instant pot, a microwave, charge our electronics, run power tools, etc.- just not all at once πŸ˜‰.

Ah, July in Maine

At least when it rains in the Caribbean, it’s still warm. Not so in Maine. The air temp might be 62F right now, with rain and an easterly wind (so coming across the even cooler ocean). Dave and Dad don’t seem to mind so much. Mom & I are holed up inside with all hatches & portholes closed save one small one that, for now, the rain isn’t coming through. It feels more like April or early May rather than July.

I know I’ve posted a bunch of idyllic pictures of the Maine coast and islands with the sun shining. And I know there has been a long hot and humid stretch for you all back on land. But we’ve been in long pants and chamois or fleece almost every day, especially when we’re underway, and certainly every evening. Our on-the-water temps have averaged high 60s-low 70s. When we go ashore on the mainland we can feel the heat, and we shed layers quickly. Even the interior of an island is a little warmer, but as soon as we’re back aboard we break out the warm clothes.

Yup, we’re still here…

Wow, it’s been four days since I last posted. That’s because of the poor to zero cell coverage areas we’ve been in. Β Last post, we were passing a rainy day in Pulpit Harbor. From there we went back to Tenants Harbor for Wednesday night. This was our last stop that would allow us to refill our water tanks, so we did a few loads of laundry again. We sprung the $30 mooring fee that also bought us the right to use their on-shore showers. Oh luxury! We now have 160 gallons of water to last the four of us 11 days. I’ll leave you to do the math on that one. (Dave says that’s a luxury for most boats, or as my Mom said a luxury in some countries. Perspective.)

From Tenants we went to Monhegan Island, meeting up with our cousins from Bremen who came in on their sailboat. Gorgeous! Amazing! Beautiful! Unexpected! I expected a rougher lobstering community, and what I found was a community of lobstering/artististry/summer folk, with a lot of pride in their history. They have a fabulous little museum that documents the thousands-year history of the island, and they had an art display in honor of the 50th anniversary of their art association (although artists have been coming to Monhegan for about 150 years). We walked around a bit, enjoying the phenomenal landscapes, stopping into the little shops and a couple of galleries. The guy who bought Dave’s old boat, Michael Brossard, owns the Island Inn there. He met us when we arrived, and spent some time talking with us about the island, island life, the inn, etc. We had dinner at the inn- splendid (and Michael covered our desserts)! We (minus me) spent Friday morning walking some more (I was not feeling well). We set out for our next stop around lunch time, having lunch underway.

Friday night we pulled into Damariscove Island and even found a mooring. This is a popular, narrow cove, with dicey anchoring, so we got lucky with the mooring. I stopped counting at 8 boats in this little area. My folks and Dave went for a walk while I snoozed in the hammock, catching the breeze to help reduce my fever (that and ibuprofen did the trick). We all slept soundly last night, and here we are on Saturday morning, watching the sun try to break through the morning fog and start to dry out the heavy, rain-like dew that covered the boat last night.


Passing a rainy day

There was thick fog when we woke this morning. The boat was as wet (outside) as if it had rained.

It’s these days when I feel my world shrink (to the size of the salon/galley 15′ 3″ x 8′ 3″), and everything feels damp and sticky. Fortunately, I’m in good company, so the close quarters don’t feel so confining 😊.

Salon is near, galley behind

The fog lifted partly during the day, and while it’s still overcast at 8pm, the clouds look as if they may start to thin overnight. We got a good rain early afternoon, but fortunately the severe storms stayed in the distance; we heard only distant thunder.

We passed the morning and early afternoon reading and even got to spend a little time out in the cockpit once the cushions had dried and there was a light, slightly warm breeze. When that breeze started to cool, we went back inside, had a late lunch and passed the afternoon playing games, which we will continue after dinner.


Alas, boating plans are contingent upon weather. Today’s scattered areas of fog with varying visibility (we had to sound our fog horn a few times) and tomorrow’s predicted rain and (potentially) severe thunderstorms have landed us in Pulpit Harbor a day ahead of schedule, and passing up a night at Warren Island.

Areas of fog in East Penobscot Bay, from Montserrat Hill on Butter Island

There are worse places to spend a foggy afternoon and rainy day. The harbor is beautiful, well protected, and pretty quiet, despite the number of boats. We had a chance to walk to North Haven Grocery a half mile away, and got back just as a light fog was rolling into the harbor.

Looking toward the east end of Pulpit Harbor

Entrance to Pulpit Harbor with Pulpit Rock at left

We’re anchored for tonight and tomorrow night. We’ve been remarkably lucky with weather thus far, so we can’t really complain (much πŸ˜‰).