Penobscot Bay is one of the more scenic sections on the Maine Island Trail with small island hamlets and formidable crossings.
This is part of a series of posts about my 200 mile trip up the coast of Maine by the Maine Island Trail. Previously: Solitude and Muscongus Bay on the Maine Island Trail
|Penobscot Bay on the Maine Island Trail|
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|
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 Penobscot Bay.
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|
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|
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|
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