Maine and fog are synonymous. Recently we’ve had quite a few days when the fog hasn’t burned off, and after a while you get to feeling a little stir crazy. On those days we sometimes go on the boat looking for clear sky.
As we begin the day’s adventure, boats and houses on Rockport Harbor are shrouded in the mist.
Indian Island at the entrance to the harbor is blurred by a veil of fog. From here it is difficult to know in which direction to head as radar can only do so much. What we do is choose a couple of possible destinations and hope for clearing in what we call a donut hole.
As we move into the open water, it is interesting to note the many faces of fog. It gives a ghostlike aura to islands that dot Penobscot Bay.
In some places fog hangs between sky and sea as if it doesn’t know where to settle.
In others it hovers just above the water leaving a clear sky overhead.
Looking toward the mainland, the mountains are all but obscured.
Yes, we are experiencing the many faces of fog, but we venture on hopeful of finding an island where the sun has won.
Forty minutes or so out, it happens. Fog disappears and in the distance is an island under blue sky. Once close enough we drop anchor, settle beneath the sun and enjoy an onboard picnic which I’d optimistically prepared. Experiences like this are all part of what makes life in Maine the way it should be!