With the Canadian border still closed, we decided not to pursue Nova Scotia this summer. The border is supposed to open to vaccinated Americans starting August 9, but no one really wants to be the first ones testing customs protocols and getting stuck somewhere with weather windows closing. That said, we still wanted to head down east. Roque Island was our goal, just 30 miles from the border.
The fog finally started lifting at Mistake in the afternoon and we decided to make a break for Roque. The harbor is an archipelago that could easily fit 500 boats at anchor, but there was only s/v Timothy Lee when we arrived. We picked a spot a polite distance away and dropped the hook and savored the island nearly all to ourselves.
Roque is one of the only places in Maine to offer fine sand beaches (rock is much more common). If it weren’t for the pine trees in the background I would have thought we were in the Caribbean. Ok maybe not the Caribbean, as the water was in the low 50’s, but it was stunning nonetheless.
The island is privately owned and visitors are not allowed further inland than the beach, but the beach is over a mile wide and makes for a great stretch of the legs.
Plover soon arrived and Golden Eye sailed in as well. Everyone dinghied back and forth between boats visiting throughout the day and into cocktail hour. What were the odds of being in this remote anchorage and already knowing all the boats?
Despite the appearance of the sun finally, we also had some weather blow through. Luckily we didn’t see more than a few bolts of lightning and got a little bit of rain. Better than the fog we’ve been working with lately.
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