Sunset over Quahog Bay.
We've been in Quahog Bay for 2 days now and I finally remembered to look it up and see just what a quahog is. It's a clam, also called a hard shell or steamer clam. It's the official shell of Rhode Island and can be pronounced: KWA-hog, KO-hog, KWO-hog or KAW-hog, depending on where you learned to speak English. If you're from The South, and never learned English, then it would be a KWAW-HAWG-ah. Quahog Day is June 20 or 21 or 22. And yes, there is a Quentin the Quahog, who is pulled out to see his shadow each year. And no, we haven't eaten any, yet, or you know I'd post pictures. (Hi, Jim!)
We've been relaxing from our strenuous touring and eating. Steve fixed the seal on the windlass that has been leaking and I sewed up an anchor bag for our big-ass emergency storm anchor, so it can stand in the sail locker and hopefully never be used. Amanda is coming to visit and we have to find the 'berth' part of the v-berth so she can sleep there.
The pay phone is alive and well in Maine.
Cell phones work on line of sight and since
most of Maine goes up and down and the
whole state is carved out of granite, we
haven't had much luck with ours. We found
this great red phone booth in, of all places, Boothbay.
We left Boothbay in the clearing fog, heading out to Seguin Island. The peasoup fog came back about halfway out of the bay. We had less than 100' of visibility and we entered Sequin's very rocky narrow anchorage before we could even see the island. It was extremely nerve wracking to know that there were rocks most of the way around us, we could hear the surf, but we couldn't see much. Thank goodness for radar, good chart plotter, current hard charts, oh, and e-charts on the computer/GPS combo. As long as they ALL lined up, we kept moving in, slooooowly.
And under the category of "Things That Go Bump In The Dark": nothing, but nothing, gets a sailor's heart beating faster than those 4 little words "We're on the rocks". Uttered by Steve at exactly 2310 as we were jarred awake by the unmistakable sound of our rudder crunching against a rock(s?). The bottom of the rudder is only 5 feet below our heads when we sleep, so it was a rude awakening, and it was a terrible sound. We had come in at low tide but somehow the low tide and wind combined to push our stern around the mooring toward shore and under there somewhere, was (probably just that one) rock. We bounced on it a few times while Steve sprinted to start the engine and I tried to get my pants on upside down. It was foggy, cold, wet and really dark and we could hear the surf very close to the back of the boat. We bumped it in gear enough to stay forward of the rock while Steve quickly plotted a course out. We were searching for a solution other than sailing around all night. If only a stern anchor...but no anchoring due to a cable area. Sacrifice the #35 CQR anyway? Then an idea; Steve dinghy'd off trailing a long line,(and a gorgeous bright green bioluminescent trail that we were too busy to pay much attention to), tied it to a park mooring, and cleated it taught to a stern cleat. Steve stayed in the cockpit to ease the line as the tide slowly filled in. Inspection this morning shows no apparent damage and we were again off on another adventure. Whew!!
This blog was a collaborative effort.
Across the small harbor is Manana Island, privately owned, but also open for hiking around. We were warned by the harbormaster to beware of the goats. Apparently one of them likes to sneak up on people and give them a little butt. We saw the goats, sleeping in the shade of this project home ( I told you there were a lot of artists here) but had no butting encounters.
We met a couple in Ocracoke in April, Vaughan and Linda aboard Legacy, who very highly recommended a restaurant in Rockland. They said "BEST sandwich I ever ate". I've been salivating and looking forward to it for almost 5 months now and it lived up to it's hype. We finally made it to the Brass Compass yesterday and partook of their famous Lobster Club BLT. As you can see, it was a tiny little thing, barely enough to get a good taste. It was a very good taste.
I didn't make her wear her hat or lei this year,
she still hasn't forgiven me for last time.