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| Sunset, Pulpit Harbor, North Haven |
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We heard that the annual "Great Schooner Race"
would be starting at 10:00 a.m., July 8th, from the main harbor on North
Haven. We decided to anchor in Pulpit Harbor, and walk across the island
to watch the start of the race. North Haven looked pretty narrow on the
chart, about 2-1/2 miles across.
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| Ed, waiting for the start of the Great Schooner Race |
Three people left Pulpit Harbor on foot just before us. As we didn't have a map, and assumed they
were also going to the race, we just followed them when they made decisions at
the forks in the road. Fairly close to our destination, we caught up with
them - an older couple and their grown daughter. They were running out of
steam, and were hoping to be offered a ride. The man said something about
the unlikelihood of five people being picked up, so we took the hint and
started to pull ahead. I turned back to say there was only half an hour
left till the start of the race. I got
a "What race?" in reply. The man couldn't believe they'd
start a race of the big windjammers from little North Haven. He bet me a nickel I was wrong. A
short time later they passed us in a truck that had stopped for them.
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| Another shot of the Great Schooner Race |
As we approached the town, we could hear the roar of
cheering from the harbor. I asked the
first person I saw where the race would be. She led us along a dirt road
to a public boat launch. We had a
ringside seat, gazing out on the twenty or so large wooden schooners taking
part in the activities. (The people we had met on the road watched the
race from town, and I never did get my nickel). We had binoculars and
camera with us, and lots of time to catch our breath, as the race started an
hour late. A booming cannon signaled the start, at which point the
captains rowed out from shore in their dinghies, to board their ships, and
begin the sail to Rockland, a couple hours away.
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| Tomb with a View |
Our walk back to Pulpit Harbor was more
leisurely. We stopped several times to
take pictures of scenes we'd noticed on the way over. I was
particularly drawn to the beautiful old cemeteries that were set in
incomparable scenery. One cemetery overlooked a lovely cove, and was
surrounded by the piney woods. I started taking shots of these
cemeteries, and was toying with the idea of a series called "Tomb
With a View." The road across the island was lined with thousands of
daisies, and passed through heavily wooded hills.
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| Tomb with a View |
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