Yesterday was supposed to be a quiet day, one in which we could regain our equilibrium, which had been overwhelmed by the previous evening’s sunset. The day started off well enough.
A local out for an early row.
A few early overhead passes on which to practice. Even a lone eagle, too far away to photograph against the dark foliage.
A couple of hardy souls were out for a swim.
And in the distance, the village of Castine.
Nearby there is a staircase leading into the forbidden forest.
And the occasional kayakers who, after stopping by for a chat, went on about their business.
There is even a Sundeer 64 cutter a little ways off.
The excitement started late in the afternoon as the Stephen Tabor sailed down the harbor, did a Hudson River flying jibe, and reached across to anchor nearby (we’ll have a detailed post on this later).
We were soon joined by American Eagle.
The sunset was less dramatic than the previous evening. And after a quiet supper we retired early, snuggled under our heaviest blankets – it is fall in Maine after all.
A quick look on deck in the early AM got our attention with a clear sky a detailed moon,
and an array of stars.
Our neighbors are outlined against the horizon.
And we abandon our plans of the previous evening. So much for that long night in bed.
We’ve just been apprised of a get together for the Windjammers in nearby Brooklyn. This is too good an opportunity to miss with a northerly blowing. Boat chores will await another day.