|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.
|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.
|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.
|Tomb with a View|
|Tomb with a View|