Tuesday, August 15

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Lay Day | Blue Hill Harbor

We decided to stay on another day, as we really wanted to go ashore to explore the town of Blue Hill which we hadn't been able to do the preceeding day due to the fact that the tides and Gavin's naps didn't coincide.

Wet

We awoke to morning rain. Heavy rain. Heather and I tried to sleep in, but Gavin didn't really think that was a great idea. Eventually Heather got up and sat in the cabin with Gavin bouncing all over her while I tried unsucessfully to catch a few more minutes of sleep. Finally, I gave up and made breakfast.

At about 1000 the rain finally slacked, then stopped. Heather banished the boys from the boat, and we went ashore to the yacht club to find out when we could go into town. (The town dock in Blue Hill dries out at low tide.) After securing the necessary information and 20 pounds of block ice, Gavin and I returned to the boat to inform Heather that we needed to wait until about 2 hours past low before we could get to town.

A Bit Of A Letdown

We tried to get Gavin to take an early nap, but he resisted the idea. Finally, at about 1230, we fed him a can of soup and packed up to head ashore. We spent a couple of hours wandering around town. I had expected something rather like Camden, with lots of shops, galleries, and restaraunts. There were a few of those things, but they all seemed outnumbered by real estate offices. And the main roads had poor sidewalks with large amounts of truck traffic lumbering by on the road. Frankly, it made me a little nervous.

Blue HIll does have an excellent community radio station, though: 89.9FM WERU. I heard some great jazz while we were in the neighborhood.

We stopped at the general store hoping to find butane cylinders for our Kenyon stove, but to no avail. Heather did buy some dried fruit and mini-boxes of cereal. Then we stopped at one of the few restaraunts that we saw--Westcott Forge--where we shared a really good burger with brie and fabulous house-made potato chips, and Gavin got covered with mustard. Around 1545 we headed back to the boat so that Gavin could nap.

We did the usual relaxing-type-things for the rest of the afternoon and evening.

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