|Watching the Laura B come in from the island with just a few passengers|
but lots of luggage and cargo.
|We were to take the Elizabeth Ann.|
|Leaving Port Clyde|
|past the lighthouse|
|and fishermen emptying their lobster traps. There were thousands of brightly coloured buoys like|
poka dots all over the sea.
|A large catamaran in the sheltered anchorage of the harbour.|
|Goats on the island across the harbour.|
|We felt we needed sustenance before hiking and all chose blueberry|
scones from the little café by the ferry dock.
|A short, steep hike took us up to the lighthouse.|
|The museum in the adjoining building was closed. We were probably|
too late in the season.
|We continued along a well worn trail to|
|an overlook with breath taking views of the seaward side of the island.|
|From this vantage point we could see lobster boats, cormorants and other diving birds and|
every now and then a swirl in the water and glimpse of a glistening back was a feeding seal.
|This trail was a lot more challenging, often rugged and steep but took us into coves|
and back up on to cliffs.
|A painter with his easel set up on quite a precarious cliff.|
|I sat and did a quick sketch of this view and chatted with a woman who was doing the same but in |
|Most of the buildings were grey cedar shake|
|and the brightly coloured lobster buoys were a common decoration.|
Judy and I chose blueberry scones to end our day while Heather and Don hiked back along the path to find a misplaced camera bag.
|A seal emerged in the harbour just below where we were sitting and dove as we scrambled for the cameras|
we had put away. I just had time to get this blurry shot of him. Then my camera refused to work anymore
as the SD card was full.