|Tropic Moon, posing for her glamour shots. Buck's Harbor, Maine.|
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We arrived in Buck’s Harbor on a Tuesday, which happened to be lecture night at the yacht club. We saw a notice on the bulletin board that read, “Talk on Whales, 8:00 p.m.” The speaker was from the College of the Atlantic, located in Bar Harbor, Maine. He gave an excellent talk and slide show on how to identify the different types of whales in the Gulf of Maine. He passed out sighting forms to everyone so that when a whale was sighted, we could circle the particular part of the whale we saw. An example would be a humpback’s white flippers. Then mark your location, and mail in the form. He said they got a lot of help with sightings from yachtsmen.
We were anchored in a cove at the far end of Buck’s Harbor, to avoid the hustle and bustle of the yacht club. A seal visited our little cove daily. I was sitting on deck one morning when I heard what sounded like a sneeze. Looking down into the water, I saw the whiskered face of a husky seal staring back at me. He sunk below the surface when I called Ed.
|Tropic Moon (I was rowing around in the dinghy.)|
Dave and Doris Baardsen (Ed’s brother and sister-in-law) visited us for a long weekend while we were at Buck’s Harbor. They drove down from New Brunswick, Canada, on a Friday. On Saturday, we sailed/drifted to Holbrook Island. On Sunday we sailed back to Buck’s Harbor. They got right into the spirit of life on the boat. Dave and Doris were so completely relaxed; we practically had to pour them off Tropic Moon when they left on Monday. They were quickly, and rudely, brought back to reality by a dead battery in their car.
We kept an eye peeled for interesting places to eat for the occasional dinner out. Ed and I supped one evening at the Buck’s Harbor Inn. The Inn offered one entrée nightly. A typical week’s menu would run something like: Tuesday – Leg of Lamb, Wednesday – Roast Beef, etc. Reservations by 11:00 a.m., and bring your own drinks (no liquor license). We reserved on a Thursday – Fish of the Day. We picked up a bottle of wine at the market.
|Yes, she was very photogenic.|
The innkeeper, on our arrival, told us all the hotel guests were visiting friends or relatives. That night, all the dinner guests would be boat people. There were two tables besides ours - an older couple from Kennebunk, and a young couple, with a small daughter, from New York. The others were vacation cruisers, rather than live-aboards. One of the men told us they’d read about people like Ed and me in Cruising World. We were able, in the small dining area, to carry on a conversation through the evening. We answered many questions about the cruising life.
|Buck's Harbor. That's not Tropic Moon, just a boat on a permanent |
mooring. If you squint, you can see the main anchorage in the distance.