We set out from Buck’s Harbor with a typical Maine forecast: FOG.  Make that RAIN and FOG.  It was clear enough getting through the harbor entrance, but then it socked in thick and stayed locked-on.  While I’ve done this for days on end in a sailboat, often with nothing but a dodger for some shelter, I can’t help but admit that being in a warm and dry pilot house was rather civilized.  Two large nav monitors, radar zoomed in, zoomed out.  And a Very Big Horn.  It was not a bad ride.  As usual, the lobster buoys commanded rather intense focus and tracking the numerous lobster boats cruising around like drunken flies was challenging, but in the end, Maine is Maine and FOG is part of the territory. Continue reading Maine Cruise – Days 20 – 21 – Rockland →