
This was our smaller dinghy, agile enough to be managed by one person.
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You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall

This was our smaller dinghy, agile enough to be managed by one person.
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This tonal range of color defined the trees was viewed through a restaurant window as we lunched in the Penobscot Bay town of Blue Hill. It’s subtle but to my eyes also visually exciting.
The Maine woods, as you’ll discover, often stray from the colors you’d assume.

Or driving, as he would say. For Philippe, now living in Montana, many memories of growing up in coastal Normandy came into play when he got his turn at the helm of the schooner Louis R. French.
His informed questions were well worth considering.
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I really do love the deep blue of the North Atlantic on a morning like this.

Coastal Maine is rife with islands. After all, I do live on one. Here’s another, viewed from a cruise aboard the historic schooner Louis R. French in Penobscot Bay.
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Deep moss beside a trail included this patch. Somehow, I find it rather striking.
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It’s kind of a secret spot, actually, just north of Eastport’s downtown. The people who live overhead can’t even see it.
Naturally, you must be curious about our new bathroom – what we’ve called our real bathroom, in contrast to the water closet on the first floor.
Well, for now, so are we.
As we considered our shrinking funding options, we admitted we didn’t have to finish the upstairs bathroom at this point, though having it done would deliver a definite quality of life improvement.
We wanted a tub that would be deep enough for a real soak – one that I could actually fit into without attempting hatha yoga with water. The tub also had to have a left-hand drain if we were to avoid having the pipe run against the outside wall, where it might freeze and burst in deep winter.
Our original choice, built-in or alcove, switched to a free-standing model after seeing one in a neighbor’s home during a party. We went back a week later to get a second look and measurements.
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The toilet had to be a back-flushing model due to a shallow space in the flooring.
Having lighting above the sink and electrical outlets in the room would be huge advances over the water closet downstairs, as we learned in the 4½ years of its being our only option. Do note that having a carpenter who was also a licensed electrician meant that all of the lines and outlets would be in place before the drywall went up.
As for storage? A large medicine cabinet and a vanity for the sink are considered boffo additions, ones you probably take for granted in your own digs.
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But once the bathroom and laundry room were plumbed, awaiting the next steps, we ran into complications.
First was actually ordering the tub and toilet and getting them delivered to our remote locale. Getting agreement on some of the selections added to our delay. Our plumber kept delaying, too, especially once in took a lucrative gig out in Indiana and then further out in Seattle. A potential replacement wasn’t interested in delivering what we wanted rather than the generic stuff they had it stock. All the while, our available money went to other parts of the renovation. So for, now, alas, this is moved over the next phase, whenever.

Chanced upon in a culvert in Edmunds Township. Those feathers, by the way, are both protected by federal law and valued in Native American culture.

The world of wooden sailing vessels has many devotees, and they have a trove of stories linking captains, ships, first mates, cooks, builders, designers, and much more.
Dr. T, as Garth Wells dubs him, is a passionate Penobscot Bay habitue each year from San Francisco. He has a sharp eye for the waters, too, as well as some strong opinions.
Sailing with him aboard the historic schooner Louis R. French has been a delight.
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