Bejamin River 44:18N 68:38W

Millybrown
Mark Hillmann
Tue 30 Sep 2008 01:47
Maine is just as invisible as Newfoundland when it rains all day. 
The boat is sailed from the cabin, quick dashes out to adjust the sails or steering. 
Lean out from under the sprayhood to see where we are going. 
Believe the chart plotter, as we wind through islands and rocks.  
I have been told there are uncharted rocks, I hope we are going slowly when we find them.
 
Completely ignore all lobster pots.  Thank you Contessa for an underwater shape that slides over  their ropes.  Only twice all day did it feel as if we had snagged ropes, once I had to waggle the tiller for the buoy to jump astern.  The other time we hesitated and then three booys jumped astern, all tied together.  Were they tied before we came?  
 
Please note that you just confuse the Americans if you refer to booeys as buoys. That sounds like boys.  They may be spelt buoys but over here they rhyme with hooey as in "load of hooey"  (How do you spell hooey?)   
 
Just to prove that I can work the timer on the camera, here is a picture of the skipper. (Captain over here)
 
 
This was NOT yesterday, at no time did the rain let up and blue sky appear.
 
Today was shirt sleeves all day, the storm from which I hid in Benjamin River missed us.  It did hit Nova Scotia and knocked down trees there.  I came round to Castine, a lovely sunny morning with the trees just starting to change colour.  Gentle sailing between wooded hills and palatial houses on every headland.  They live there for the view and look at us, sailing past.  Other crews have been known to say "What do they all do?" as we look at all the houses in remote locations. 
 
Here we know what they do.  To own houses that big they work on Wall Street.  Big house, no shirt?