We had a spectacular sail yesterday. One of the first of the season. By days end we had 50 miles under our keel since departing from Camden, and we were treated to a beautiful sunset over Acadia National Park and Mount Desert Island. Along the way we had the pleasure of sailing alongside the schooner Heritage. The sunlight danced on the water and the graceful sheer of her rail kept all the cameras aboard quite busy while we circumnavigated her port and starboard sides, stern and bow. They had their cameras pointing our way as well. I hope we get a chance to exchange images sometime.
We anchored at Little Cranberry Island. The small community of Islesford calls to be explored. I have been here many times over the past 30 years but I never get enough. It feels like home to be anchored here. We start with a hike to the back beach where the tide-washed stones sing their clickety clack song to the waves. The small artists shops are not quite ready for our early arrival. I visit the small church where light filtering through stained glass warms my soul. A skirmish occurred here in Hadlock Cove during the War of 1812 between the US and British. I have ordered the crew to take to the small boats to allow a reenactment for the guests, water balloons for armament. I am mindful of how blessed we are, to be in this beautiful place with such good company, and a view from an office window that can't be beat.