Years ago I had been to the Wooden Boat School by land when I was building my kayak. This time we returned by boat. The Eggemogin Reach, which we used to joke looked like an explosion in a Skittles factory (so many lobster pots) was now remarkably clear as we made our way down to the anchorage and the school.
Petronella was on a guest mooring at the school, and we stopped to say hi to John and Helena as we had not seen them all season. Then it was on to the school. You can sign up for classes to make all sorts of small wooden kayaks, rowing skiffs and anything else you’d see paddled or rowed in Maine waters. Most people who come for classes camp onsite (there are not many (any?) hotels in the area and it’s a pretty intense week. We settled for stocking up on swag (they have a pretty famous logo) at the gift shop.
The next morning the Schooner Mary Day motored in (no wind to sail by) and dropped anchor next to us. It was amusing to listen to the captain explain to the guests why they ‘needed’ frightfully expensive hand tools and should purchase them at the school. I own many of those tools and they were well worth it when building my kayak, but I’m not sure how many day trippers might use the same things, except maybe as paperweights.
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