Warren Island

Welcome to Warren Island!


Warren Island is a state park. The island is nestled north of Seven Hundred Acre Island; the two islands are nearly connected at low tide. In the cove there are several first come first serve moorings and a floating dock leading ashore to campgrounds and trails. Rode Trip anchored among the moorings in 8 feet of water. We had no difficulty setting our anchor, although have learned from local knowledge that the bottom here is gravel-like and can be difficult to catch. We did not pick up a mooring simply because there was not one large enough to hold ‘ol Rode Trip; the potentials were already snagged by other boats.


Brian and I enjoyed walking the trail that runs the perimeter of Warren Island.


To the north of Warren Island lies Islesboro. A short dinghy ride across Gilkey Harbor you’ll find a town dock at Grindel Point near the ferry terminal. The town dock has ample room for dinghy dockage to access Islesboro. However, you’ve not yet reached the town. Brian and I walked the main road into town, approximately three miles. Islesboro offers a Community Center; local artwork, quaint cafe, and wifi access. Just up the street northwest from the Community Center is a well stocked grocery; primarily organic and pricy. Islesboro has a year-round population of 566. During summer months the population is approximately 1,000. There are numerous anchorages from which to explore Islesboro. We were quite pleased with our nook at Warren Island.

Moseying in Maine

We hauled anchor under sail and proceeded back into Eggemoggin Reach; winds began out of the northwest. Once again we were tacking through the reach. Fortunately, winds shifted southwest and we were able to sail on a reach as we approached the suspension bridge.


This bridge connects Deer Isle to mainland Maine. It has a clearance height of 85 feet at its center. Rode Trip breezed underneath among numerous sailboats out enjoying the day.



Exiting the Eggemoggin Reach we entered East Penobscot Bay. That nice southwest wind that carried us through the reach was now right on our nose. Rather than tack back and forth once again racing sunset to make Islesboro we decided to anchor. We selected the western cove on Pickering Island. Pickering Island is privately owned and a preserve of the Nature Conservatory; landing on the western cove is permitted but we didn’t go ashore. Good holding, mind the shoaling on either side. We had the cove all to ourselves for about one-hour and as the day came to a close we were joined by three other sailboats.


The next morning we hauled anchor under sail with just enough room to turn out of Pickering Island’s cove and head toward a foggy backdrop. A southwest wind was forecast; sometimes we had southwest wind and sometimes none. This was yet another foggy day with islands appearing and disappearing and ships passing silently nearby.


We had full sails up, genoa down engine running, genoa up with one reefed main, all within 18nm. It was warm, long sleeves and pants were enough. I was missing our passages where for days at a time we’d sail along one tack and not make any adjustments.


We had a nice view of Islesboro before rounding the southern end of the island.


The mainland was entirely obscured and only Camden hills could be seen reaching out above this fallen cloud.


We sailed up Gilkey Harbor with just the main sail and made our way to the east side of Warren Island where we’d anchor.


Our arrival didn’t phase the locals.