We were treated to a sight we had read about, dreamed of, and longed for. The long curling white sand beach wrapped around the boat as the clear blue water rippled at the shoreline. The air, crisp and clean, smelled strongly of pine, reminiscent of a remote northern lake. There was only one other boat in the anchorage, and nobody ashore.
For the first time in several years, after a few days at home, I was landsick. That’s right; I was not seasick while on the boat, I was landsick walking on shore afterward.
To be honest, we aren’t exactly sure if he fell or jumped. Regardless, he went for a swim on Sunday, making a few laps around the boat before being wrangled into the dinghy.
The goal of my planning was entirely sustainable, off-grid living from May to November. All of our systems will run off of our 12-volt battery system, charged primarily by solar and additionally by wind generators.
On December 15, 2016, an arctic chill snapped us into winter mode with subzero temperatures and gale force winds. Wind chill values dipped to nearly -40 degrees Fahrenheit, freezing the surface of the bay around us in a matter of hours. Comfortably warm below, we settled in for a movie and listened to the wind’s harmonic resonance in the mast and rigging.
I may be breaking my own rules by suggesting more people come here to visit, but let’s be honest, the secret is already out.
Despite the delays and obstacles we experienced throughout our cruise of Penobscot Bay this year, Buck’s Harbor was a stellar reminder of all that the coast of Maine can offer.