|NOT FOR NAVIGATION |
get your own damn chart!
I'm not going to pansyfoot around the proverbial bushes: The Sebascodegan Circumnavigation is a beautiful must-do cruise for any small boaty type person and I am happy to say I hope to repeat this little adventure in the future with friends (calling Cap'n Jon! calling CCBB! AWWOOOOOGA). From a little bit of ocean (not too much) to quiet upper waterways and small channels, low bridges, and friendly eagles, this was a great, great trip! Hooray greatness!
I have mapped my journey with NOAA Chart Viewer (for the chart) and my memory. Hence, tacking is approximate and dawdling around looking at things and/or making big decisions is not shown. As most here know, I eschew GPS and other devices for map and compass so no fancy-pants internet tracks. Sorry tech-weenies, I spend my money and time on other things, like getting lost in the fog (worry not: did not happen this journey). Also, I am sadly missing pictures of sweet sailing on the first day, as I left my camera at home and only decided to use my cell phone after I picked the island to camp. Apologies to all, and sorry about the less-than-stellar quality of the pictures.
I started somewhat late, about 4pm, from Bethel Point. There is a ramp there, with parking at Bethel Point Marine nearby. LOW POWER LINES ABOUND. DO NOT STEP MASTS EARLY. Very friendly little place, if no one is available to leave your money on the honor system (6$ per day), there is a box. This is Maine at it's finest. Don't screw it up!
|DAY ONE 4pm-Late Evening|
black: mark start/stop
red: somewhat accurate rendering of motion
During this run I admired the scenery and solitude for I was alone with quiet summer houses still in off-season slumber. At one point a powerboat came charging up from behind me to ask me, "Is this New Meadows [River]?" ... Intrepid Reader, can check chart above for yourself. I told them they were at least two over and they bounded back before I could even read them a Can number for the entrance to New Meadows River. Save your gas, buds.
At the top of the Gun Point Cove is a small bridge, with not much vertical or horizontal clearance. I took down the masts and started to row through. It's quite picturesque with steep sided rock walls on either side and a narrow channel. The current had turned and was starting to flow through, I'm sure she rips right through here, fortunately it was still a little slack. There was a lobster boat coming through with some tour on board and lots of leering land-folk who gave off somewhat presumptuous airs. The Cap'n and I yelled at each other a bit about how we were doing and what I would like to believe was his first mate yelled "That's one big ass canoe to be rowing!" not to me, but to the Cap'n when maybe he thought I couldn't hear. I liked that line, because the Sea Pearl looks like a canoe, and yes it's a big ass canoe to be rowing and it almost sounded like I was getting some cred. Of course, I've got the cold Iron Mizzen hanging off the back like a lump of metal, I'm sure that garners the question marks and the "tourist" tag. That's ok, too.
At the north end of Harpswell Sound I meandered around just south of the bridge (30' vertical clearance) as I fiercely debated with myself if I should park for the night at nearby Strawberry Creek or if we continued north and enjoy the sunset and beautiful wind. In the end, I decided to not continue up the Ewin Narrows and instead put in at Strawberry Creek Island. The water was rapidly drawing down (thank goodness for shallow draft... holy cow guys I was skimming across some bars) and I wanted to reconnoiter the island and the landing areas so I pulled out my trust grapnel, and threw it into the weed covered rocks for a quick hook to drag me into position. The result:
|This is what a Grapnel Anchor looks like in parts.|
Carry a spare.
|From Strawberry looking south down Harpswell Sound|
|At least it's flat.|
After getting considerably less sleep than I was wanting or needing, I woke up in time for my morning constitutional and with enough time to get off the island before I lost the tide again. I was not going to spend this beautiful day marooned on a mud flat. This meant that while I enjoyed the company of my bailing bucket, Double Doodie bag, and a constitutional on solid ground, I had to push Scout out into the open water, which is always a heart-in-mouth moment.
|Strawberry Creek Island from the boat. Note new floorboards!|
|BOOM One more time:|
Lt. Presto's amazing new addition to Scout, my stainless espresso maker!
|Not the moment to be wondering if the bitter end is tied off.|
This picture makes me proud.
But all's well that is well tied off, and I collected Scout after my constitutional and we headed under the bridge for the Ewin Narrows.
|DAY TWO 8am-Noon/Siesta/2pm-5pm|
|The Doughty family cemetery. A cellar hole is apparently nearby, but I didn't go searching for it.|
|Looking south into the Long Reach. We will be going north.|
|Scout on the beach at Doughty Point. |
We'll be going around the corner in the upper right, left turn northbound.
|This bad boy is called "Rights of Man"|
Standing waves. I did not know this at the time. And I am glad I did not know, because my mind would have been in even more tumult had I known. Timetables and the clock would have ruled the day. So I arrived at Gurnet Straight, characterized by some cottages, an old lobsterman's pile of traps, and the bridge.
|It is deep here.|
|New lunchtime snoozefest set up.|
The dark green is warm. Just sayin'.
The tide was full up and about to head out. The awning came down (again, green is warm. I need a new awning) and sails came out and Scout and I headed down the New Meadows River, southbound, on the east side of Sebascodegan Island. Destination unknown. With a strong breeze still blowing from the south Scout and I beat downriver, and though the tide was going out the current still had a bit of time before turning around. We made so-so headway and I explored a few small islands in the stream.
Finally, I came to a mental point where I just looked down to the ocean, two miles or more to the southern tip of Sebascodegan, felt the chill of the ocean air, the blowing wind, the high hazy semi-overcast, and was weighted down with oppression tinged with a bit of loneliness. This tacking back and forth in the cold in the wind with no appreciable progress south, alone, tired, and hungry made me want the day to be done. I was frazzled out, and my judgement skills were beginning to dull.
Fortunately, there was an option! It is called The Basin, and I was fortuitously abeam its entrance. With the current strongly against me and the wind now flukey in the entryway I fired up the Iron Mizzen for the first time this trip. She started first pull. Into The Basin we went where I found a small cove to throw down the hook. There was a bald eagle nest on a nearby island, and I watched Mother Eagle feed the chicks, I watched the chicks fight Big-Bad-Osprey, and after a quick dinner (with Mother Eagle sitting in a tree nearby preening herself) I was out like a light.
Note: The Basin's Nature Conservancy's lands are day-use only, no camping (I was anchored in the water and slept aboard), but have nice walking trails and multi-use trails. It's a beautiful place. Please check it out, respect, and enjoy. What a gem!
|Island with Bald Eagle nest. Give good distance and do not disturb!|
|Quiet, little wind, little current, no rocks. One anchor down and done. Safety and much needed sleep.|
Up and at 'em early to catch the tide out of The Basin. It was time to finish this Sebascodegan Circumnavigation. Scout and I motored out of The Basin back to the New Meadows River and set up sail. This was some fine sailing down New Meadows River, when the wind is fresh and the light beckons one to join the living and squeeze the day! Possibilities feel limitless and every part of the body crackles with "Alive! Alive! We woke up for one more day! One more glorious wonderful day!"
It was a good antidote to yesterday's teeth gnashing in the afternoon.
|DAY THREE 7am to 830am or so... quick and dirty|
|East Cundy's Point|
|Bethel Point with slimy boat ramp.|
SEBASCODEGAN CIRCUMNAVIGATION COMPLETE
Boat wise is up to you, but it's a trip like this that reminds me of the value of small easily rowed boats with downwind sailing potential, like Clint Chase's Drake. If you're facing a long upwind slog and the current is "meh" or worse, what a better option than to snug into the coast, find the eddies, and work windward? With quiet waters and lots of north/south waterways that will channel the prevailing winds, boats like Drake, the Lillistone's Phoenix III, and other comparable boats will shine here. The Sea Pearl 21, of course, did admirably and it's shallow draft made it perfect for some spots, but if my weather or timing was off, it probably would have meant a lot more Iron Mizzen usage. Thoughts to ponder, my friends.
I strongly recommend the MITA guide for more boat access points, camping, and day use areas along the way (you should join this most worthy organization), your own good charts, and a tide-book-- or at least know the tides, and of course weather information. A well timed journey with the right tides and winds could probably be undertaken in one long long June day-- but two is normal. Mine was three, but it was a late departure on the first day and an early ending on the third. Be ready for strong currents, boat traffic in the on-season, lobstering, and fog (I was spared). Also, this is a relatively populated area, just north of Portland. You will hear traffic, construction, dogs, people talking, jet traffic from Brunswick, and other noises of our common humanity of which we are all bound.
You could also see bald eagle chicks fighting off Ospreys, seal with their pups, and wide black night skies. Go git 'em, Tiger.