We left Rockand and made our way eastward, heading for the far reaches of Maine. We passed trough Fox Islands Thoroughfare, and passed Merchants Row of beautiful small islands, dodging lobster buoys all the way. On the way, we decided to take a detour to Blue Hill. We had heard it is a cute little town and wanted to have a look. One of the nice things about being on a boat is that we are treated to the beautiful sunrises (if we are up at 5:30 ish...) and the moon rises with their glow worms.
As we left the Penobscot, we headed up Blue Hill Bay, passing the Green Island lighthouse, sitting on it's little island.
It's a tricky entrance to the Blue Hill inner harbor, full of tight twists and turns to avoid the evil (but beautiful) Maine rocks that lurk just below the surface at high tide. But we made it, anchored, and took the dinghy to shore. Lottsa water at the dock, right?
Nope! At the lowering tide, this becomes a huge mud field. We can get the dinghy to shore only about 2 hours before until 2 hours after high tide.
The town is cute; small restaurants, gift shops, book store, an art gallery, hardware store, and really nice co-op all within easy walking distance from the dock. It is definitely full summer here. The temperatures are warmer (upper 70's) and flowers are in full bloom. Here is one of the flower pots on the book store porch.
This small bridge takes us over the spillway into the harbor.
Yesterday while we were in town weather was gorgeous - sunny, warm, perfect. This morning we awoke to rain, fog, and then haze in the harbor, along with the rocks in the anchorage field.
The weather cleared after lunch so we took advantage of the good weather and left Blue Hill. We are anchored tonight - all alone -in a large cove about an hour from Blue Hill. After tomorrow's morning rain we intend to head past Mt. Desert, onward in our trek to get "downeast".
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