Penobscot Bay is one of the more scenic sections on the Maine Island Trail with small island hamlets and formidable crossings.
|Penobscot Bay on the Maine Island Trail|
Day 5… or was it 4? I have to get the tide chart and check
my notes. I’ve been on enough long distance trips to know how easy it is to
lose track of the days. Time seemed to ebb and flow as effortlessly as the tides. Although this
trip would end up taking a week, such trips always feel much longer and for
Despite the relatively short time of the trip, mornings fell
into a natural routine. Wake up with the sunrise, rustle up some boiling water
for coffee, re-wash dishes and make breakfast, read, listen to the NOAA weather
report on the Marine radio, review the charts, re-pack the kayak and push off.
It was a pleasant routine, unhurried but deliberate. I always had enough sleep
and enough time in the morning to get my bearings and collect my thoughts.
The computerized voice of the NOAA VHF announcements was my most constant companion for this week on the sea. Most of the time, it was my only electronic link to the modern world. As for the rest of my gear and supplies, they were all 21st century in design but it felt archaic in nature. I had no GPS, phone or any way to get to the internet. While canned beans and instant coffee were not available to the natives or early explorers but I still felt like a bit of a frontiersman. Sure, I was paddling by pockets of civilization and I could hail the Coast Guard if needed. It was just nice to spend a whole week depending on completely manual means of navigation and transportation.
|Long Crossing of Penobscot Bay|
Each day presented unique challenges and today it was making
the extended and exposed crossings of Penobscot Bay. At this point I’m
intimately familiar with just about every island and channel in the bay from
past trips but this means I’m simply more aware of all the things that could go
wrong. Since planning the trip, the Penobscot bay crossing had been gnawing at
my mind. Western Penobscot Bay was a 6 mile crossing from Owls Head to North
Haven Island which is halfway across the bay. From there, the Fox Island
thoroughfare between North Haven Island and Vinalhaven Island is protected but
busy. Then there was the 5 mile crossing from the havens to Deer Isle: exposed
to ocean currents and another busy shipping channel.
As it turned out, the early morning crossing was as flat as
it was serene. It took at least two hours but the paddling was pleasant. A few
lobster boats passed by and waved but no large ships were in the channel on
this day. Unencumbered by any currents or wind, I effortlessly glided across
Arriving at the Fox Island Thoroughfare, I was once again
reminded of the fact that many other people love cruising the Maine Islands. Boats
hailed from all across the country and world. Each had its story written on the
stern of how far they've come to get here. Some were from as far away as the Caribbean.
I don’t blame them for making that journey- I’d much rather be darting in and
out of these secluded islands than jockeying for position at an overcrowded,
overdeveloped southern beach.
|North Haven, Maine|
Arriving in the town of North Haven was a treat. I’ve
written a few times before of how much I love this little island town because
of its working port feel. It was busier today but this did not deter from its
homey surroundings. I wasted several perfectly good hours of time here; time
that could be better spent padding. I just couldn’t pass up the opportunity to
hang out with a coffee on the docks and eavesdrop on the conversations of
lobstermen and round-the-world sailors. North Haven (and Vinalhaven) may be
considered “summer colonies” by most, but the people who live here all year
seem to have a blend of frontier self-reliance coupled with a carefree
attitude. I suppose that comes with generations of people living on island
Unfortunately I was not on island time and my trip was
contingent upon making crossings at the right time and right tides. Perhaps on
another trip I’ll simply make it to North Haven and idle away a carefree week.
Coming out on the eastern entrance to the Fox Island Thoroughfare,
I encountered more difficult conditions. Chop and wind made the crossing of
Western Penobscot Bay a more difficult affair than the morning. Although I
loved my little siesta spent in North Haven, I knew I was paying the price in
this 4 mile crossing on higher seas.
|Pulling in to Stonington, Maine|
Even though this kayak was newer to me, I’ve already gotten
a good feel for how it rides and flows. In the way of touring kayaks, plastics
are more entry level than the higher end fiberglass models. Nevertheless, she
handled pretty well in the choppier conditions and I was soon across the
Penobscot and into Stonington.
Yet again I’m faced with the dilemma. Should I spend more
precious hours enjoying another bucolic island town or take advantage of the
few remaining hours of sunlight? Inevitably, this became a real nuisance on
this trip. The weather thus far had been utterly phenomenal but one does not
want to waste this precious blessing on Maine’s vicious coast. The fact that I
had gotten away with 5 days of favorable winds, currents and weather was
something I’ve never had the privilege of enjoying in this state. Bad weather
is a part of life but good weather can’t be wasted. On the other hand,
Stonington is difficult to get to by any route- whether by car or boat. This
is, of course, part of the appeal.
My conscious would only let me spend an hour wandering
around Stonington. No sooner had I casted off that I wanted to turn back and
rent a room or cottage on the shore.
|Sunset on the Maine Island Trail|
As it turns out, that evening I got something even better:
my own private island. Tonight’s campsite was possibly one of my favorites on
the whole trail. I had an easy landing and there was a clear campsite
overlooking the sunset and with a view all the way out to Mount Desert Island.
Tomorrow had its share of worries but I just sat there cooking up my dinner,
watching the sun set and the moon rise. A simple night with some simple
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