Our friend Meghan timed it perfectly for a long weekend, arriving just after Hurricane Fred (we managed to avoid the deluge of rain that pummeled Southern New England) and just before Tropical Storm Henri. We picked her up at the Lyman Morse dock in Camden and headed right back out of town to sail a bit. We had a good hour or two under Genoa before all the wind died, so we motored up to Warren Island. It was so hot and sticky we decided to wait until the next day to hike the island (big mistake as dense fog rolled in that morning and you could barely see the island). Instead we watched the bonfire ashore and listened to the drum circle going on for the guests of the schooner Mercantile who was anchored right behind us. Cocktails and pizza rounded out the evening in the cockpit.
Unfortunately the next morning we were socked in by fog, making a hike unlikely if you can’t see anything. The Schooner provided lots of entertainment though with a muscle-bound crew member I named Thor (looked like Chris Hemsworth from the movie) chopping wood (making human sacrifices?) on the forward deck. And then it was time to head back to Camden.
After showers ashore to clean off the bug spray and sun screen, we did some grocery shopping and had an excellent burger for a late lunch at the Waterfront. In the meantime we got invited aboard Plover for sundowners with other cruisers who were in town for the OCC Rally. It was a mish mash of people on the boat and on the inner float, but it all worked. We were so stuffed from our late lunch and these appetizers that by the time we got back to our boat it was Baileys-laced hot chocolate with Oreos and popcorn for dinner (who’s complaining?).
Meghan left the next morning, looking to dodge Henri as it moved up the coast from its landfall in Rhode Island. We weren’t in the best harbor to manage winds from the east and swell from the south, but the storm fizzled and we didn’t see much action. The rally, much smaller in numbers due to COVID restrictions was a fun meetup nonetheless.
Later that night it was a wet ride back to the Camden Yacht Club. We met Klaus and Katrin ashore where we peeled off all our foul weather gear (bib overalls and all) and tried to make ourselves presentable for a nice dinner to celebrate Klaus’ birthday. We had a late seating, which meant we watched the restaurant empty out from our table on the wrap around porch. The meal (a lobster tasting menu) sampled Maine’s finest bites, and we sat and laughed, and ate and drank. Icing on the cake was that the downpour that was Henri came while we were under cover and we went back to the boat blissfully dry. It was a very special night.
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