K and I flew east to a cousin's wedding in Portland at the end of June. We launched my 21' sloop in Portland and stayed a couple of nights on board at a marina to attended the rehearsal dinner and the wedding. The dinner and the reception were walking distance from the marina. The day after the wedding we headed out to Jewell Island. On the way we passed through Whitehead Passage and near a sumberged rock known as the Hussey. We had seen dolphins, but to our surprise we also saw a whale. We stopped sailing and just drifted, watching the whale surface and dive for half an hour.
We arrived at Jewell Island and put in to Cocktail Cove. This is a marvelous anchorage and as we are a shoal draft boat, we can move far up the cove and avoid most of the other folks that frequent the place. The next day the fog and rain moved in.
We rowed ashore and walked around a bit on the paths. Maine Island Trails Association has a caretaker on the island and maintains a number of camp sites and some outhouses. At one of the camp site someone had built this stone sculpture on the rocks.
The island was a strategic coastal defence and heavily fortified in WW II. Below is a ruin of a house away from the coast.
Rosa Rugosa at anchor.
The sunsets were almost always spectacular.
Dinner didn't suck either.
We sailed out of the cove for day sails, returning each night. It was incredibly quiet and peaceful.
This is Halfway Rock Light.
The week at Jewell came to an end far too soon. This is the return to Portland.
My Dad bought an MG TF from an enlisted man that had won it in a poker game. He was in Europe at the time and shipped the car home. It was identical to this one that my Mom got a number of years ago. I guess she missed my Dad's old car.
K and I drove from Bartlett, over Hurricane Mt. Rd. to Evans Notch. We drove up to Gilead over the Notch and turned W on Rte. 2. Turning S we travelled over Jefferson Notch past the Cog Railway to Crawford's, a stop on the Conway Scenic Railroad's line.
It was great to see my family and friends for a bit. Two weeks flies by and I'm back in the office getting caught up. At least Breck is a nice place to return to after vacation.
I went for a sweet bike ride today in French Gulch. This guy was protecting a bridge on Turk's Trail.