After enjoying our week or so exploring Penobscot Bay and its major towns, such as Belfast, Rockland, Castine and Stonington, it was now time to to live life on the edge again. By this, we mean to go out to where the bedrock meets the ocean, where life can be foggy and distant and silent. Silent, that is, except for the ferry's horn or the bell buoy's clang. These cause you to sit up and take notice. But they are the exception in an otherwise silent world.
Once we picked up Charlie, we headed back to Vinalhaven, to that island's southwest corner. This is where Charlie had just spent a week and so the fog and the myriad of channels through the broken islands were familiar.
This picture is of two worlds, one of the modern transportation connecting the world with the islands. The other is where we are attached, in a little lagoon with a mooring line on our bow. The rocks keep the worlds apart as we reveled in the peace of our separateness on the edge.
Of course, we chose to live life to the fullest on the edge.
You can see the thick fog has descended around us in our cozy cabin.
And when the fog cleared, those Camden Hills were never far away from our edge.
Where the ferry was twelve hours before, the passage was clear for the morning sunrise.
And, to our south, was more beauty of islands and water. When the world is more than half ocean and less than half island, it feels as if it is the edge.
Where locomotion, such as this Hurricane Pulling Boat, shares its beauty with the water in which it lives.
And other boats now reside on land, to no longer live at sea.
Welcome to the edge.
Cheers!
Brio
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