The Dr. Albert Lincoln homestead along U.S. 1 in Dennysville presents an iconic image from the Civil War era, if you catch a view while driving past. Today the well-maintained second home is also a working cattle farm.
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Square rigging
When you think of a tall-masted sailing ship, it’s probably like this, one with squared masts and rectangular sails. This one does have a gaff aft sail, resembling the sails on a schooner.
Square-rigged ships did require larger crews than did schooners and sloops, and they weren’t as agile in the wind, but they could carry more cargo.
As for the bird in the nest atop the rock outcropping? I think it’s an osprey.
Welcome to Rockland Harbor.
Two geese on a leisurely cruise
The Orange River in Whiting is becoming a prime wilderness water trail for canoeists and kayakers. The nature preserve, with holdings from several different organizations, is accessible principally by water.
It’s called the transom
The broad surface at the stern of a ship is called a transom. Usually above the waterline, it gives strength and width to the back of the vessel.
For more schooner sailing experiences, take a look at my Under Sail photo album at Thistle Finch editions.
Sharpened light
One of the sensations in watching a full solar eclipse comes as the light seems to become more focused before going into twilight. I skip the discussion of optics and physics. Here’s how it looked in the trees around us in the April 2024 event here in Maine. Something similar happened with shadows.
A moment in the life
Late afternoon at the former West Quoddy Coast Guard lifesaving station. The boathouse, lower right, sits at the edge of Lubec Channel, with Campolbello Island, New Brunswick running above it. A bridge, barely visible here, connects Canada to the United States, with the town of Lubec continuing along the water. You may even detect the “sparkplug” lighthouse sitting in the water. The city of Eastport, where we live, can be seen beyond the bridge.
Traveling across time
As they skirted New York City, they texted me this, not just to update their progress in traveling south but also knowing the memories it would trigger.
Back in my early days after college, this was in my circuit, even though Interstate 86 was still in the future.
Rowing away for a while
This was our smaller dinghy, agile enough to be managed by one person.
For more schooner cruise experiences, take a look at my Under Sail photo album at Thistle Finch editions.
Blue Hill natural palette
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.
A Frenchman steering the French
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.
For more schooner sailing experiences, take a look at my Under Sail photo album at Thistle Finch editions.
