It’s possible we will never explore all that the coast of Maine has to offer, but we do give it a good try. This time out, we ventured south to the Damariscotta River . Getting there was a bumpy ride thanks to southwest winds, but once we reached the river we were in calm water with houses on both sides nestled in heavy woods. Have I ever mentioned that Maine has a LOT of trees?
I hadn’t expected to see lobster pots in the river, but though fewer, there they were and the holiday didn’t keep lobstermen from checking their traps.
As we went upriver, we noticed a difference in the type of boats. No sailboats and though there were a couple of sizeable power boats,
more common were smaller recreational craft.
At the river’s head is the lovely little town of Damariscotta,
our destination for oysters on the deck at Schooner Landing.
It seems a number of others had the same idea as there was no place for another boat to tie up. We were saved by a friendly boater who allowed us to raft up to his vessel. Talk about a Maine accent, this guy had it!
About oysters, Damariscotta has long been known for them, but these days the natural grown ones are gone thanks to overfishing. Common now on the river are sights like this where oysters mature after having been seeded. If you can believe it, 60-70 million oysters are harvested annually from the river, and they are delicious. In late September, Damariscotta hosts an oyster festival where one can eat oysters prepared in a variety of ways to his heart’s content.
After lunch, we made way to Christmas Cove, our destination for the night, passing through what is called The Gut which separates Rutherford Island from the mainland at South Bristol. This is an active lobsterman’s harbor as evidenced by platforms stacked with their paraphernalia
and the fact that lobster boats far outnumber pleasure craft. Old Glory qualifies as the most unique one I have seen and makes me think its owner has a real sense of pride and, perhaps, humor.
In minutes, we arrived at Christmas Cove where Captain John Smith dropped anchor on Christmas 1614. It is said to have been a favorite spot for sailors ever since, and with its serene surroundings it is easy to see why.
Indeed, it was a peaceful spot where we found ourselves alone at the pier indicating that the summer crowd has lessened which is the beauty of boating in September and October.
After a long day, Maizy is looking to record our adventures. She will have lots to remember!
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