A Speedy Send-Off

Winding down our mini-vacation, we all piled into Brian F. and Amanda’s car for a trip into Bar Harbor.  It was the perfect day for basking in the sunshine at Agamont Park, admiring the boats in the harbor, beach combing, and enjoying a tasty treat at Mount Dessert Island Ice Cream.  Bar Harbor was hopping with tourists and we had no difficulty relaxing amidst the bustle.

The grand finale to our spectacular day was our chauffeur back to Trenton, ME.  Steve C. met us at the town dock with his powerboat and we joined Kim and Mrs K. aboard for the very scenic ride back.  It was FAST!  Kim provided a great historical tour along the way since she and Steve C. are both originally from this area.  Steve C. even made a stop at Bartlett Island where the guys had a stone skipping competition while the gals searched for treasures.


It was difficult to part ways the following morning, but as we slowly packed our belongings and tidied the guest house we all agreed that the next mini-vacation should take place in the Caribbean…

Hiking Boots and Sail Ties at the Ready

Thanks to Kim and Steve C., we had a scrumptious breakfast and a few Bloody Marys to kick start our first day of mini-vacation.  It was shaping up to be a lovely day so we planned to spend it outside.  We first headed to Mount Dessert Island.

Just north of Southwest Harbor, we’d selected the Flying Mountain trail.  It was packed with other vacationers!  It likely took us longer to park the car than to hike this moderate trail.  Once we started out we admired all the sights along the way.  Brian, Brian F., and Steve K. captured many moments throughout the hike with their stellar photography skills.  We had beautiful views of Southwest Harbor and Valley Cove.  We chatted away, paused for viewpoints and photo shoots, and refreshed by the gorgeous Valley Cove.  (Check out more of Steve K.’s fantastic photos, you’ll love them!)

Amanda tackles the trail!IMG_5815


Yea, we can roll with Team [ocn] CrossFit.IMG_5816Um, can someone move that tree?  It’s totally blocking my view…

IMG_5817That’s better.


What a hike!  Back at the guest house we took a break for lunch before hitting the water.  Rode Trip was anxious for another pleasure cruise and a nice little breeze was blowing out on Union River.  We piled everyone into the dinghy and headed out to the boat.  I didn’t hesitate to let the guys help me haul up the anchor; it was buried below 30 feet of water.  Brian F., Steve K., and I each took a turn hauling chain.  Viola!  But we’re not done yet…still have to raise the sails so we can get this boat cruisin’.IMG_2219


Time for dark-n-stormies!

Who’s ready for sailing lessons!?IMG_5845

Emily took to sailing like a fish takes to water.  She kept the wind in the sails and blazed a trail at six-knots.  Emily set a course that avoided rocks (and conspicuous islands), veered away from lobster buoys, and pointed out the sights along the way…I’d say by the end of the trip she could have taught Brian a thing or two about captaining.IMG_5852

At the end of our sail, Brian F. helped to douse the genoa.  He pulled the downhaul with all his might and when both he and the genoa landed, safely, on deck I concurred that the sail was indeed all the way down.  We faced a bit of a challenge when re-anchoring at Union River.  The conditions were wind against current and we had a narrow stretch between moorings where we could anchor in 30 feet at low before the depth rapidly increased to 60 feet.  Attempt number one put our stern too close; smack between an empty mooring and a lobster buoy.  Brian and I switched places and I motored away from the mooring and buoy while Brian hauled the anchor.  Round two, I was back at the bow with Brian F. and Steve K. at the ready to assist.  My arms were shaky and I wanted to be done but as we backed down on the anchor something didn’t look quite right.  I’d dropped the anchor on the wrong side of the stay which runs beneath the bowsprit.  We couldn’t risk the anchor chain chaffing the stay through the night, it’s a vital piece of rigging.  Round three, Brian F. and Steve K. hauled the anchor up and helped me to get it back onto the correct side of the stay.  I was back at the bow for the final time dropping the anchor with all my effort to not fall right over with it.  The anchor set and we settled into a nice space between moorings.  PHEW!

I think it’s safe to say that everyone aboard had a new perspective of living the dream; there is (at times) grueling, risky work involved before we can just sit back and drink cocktails all day in the sunshine.IMG_2267But once the work is done…it just doesn’t get any better than this!


Deja Vu

When we left Bar Harbor, Mount Desert Island we didn’t have a solid plan (per usual). Our morning departure was delayed while waiting for an opening at the busy town dock so that we could top off our water tanks. It was cold and dreary; twice fog had rolled into and out of the harbor. We did, however, need to get moving because we had social events to attend. I know, I know…cruisers don’t adhere to a schedule. But put the Communications Officer back on home turf and watch out because mini-vacations spring up everywhere!

We watched Mount Desert Island disappear beneath a veil of fog, swooping down to block our view…

…and then gently lifting to offer us just a peek of the island as we passed along its coastline.


Lobster boats, sailboats, powerboats, and skiffs continued to skirt about the water despite the wavering visibility. Brian kept a keen eye on the radar and the air horn close at hand.


Fog break to admire the Bass Harbor Lighthouse.


There was not much sailing to be had. After 24nm of motoring, we landed at Swan’s Island. We anchored once again, as we did last year, at Mackerel Cove. This year we chose the westernmost corner of the cove and found good, mud holding in 8 feet of water.


While Brian prepared dinner, I hopped into the kayak and paddled around with the local Guillemots.


That evening although we didn’t have quite the showing of squid that we experienced last year…Brian did catch one! This time under the bright deck lights it took only moments before success with the squid jig.