|WING AND WING as we blow through Cocktail Cove on an evening stroll through the neighborhood.|
Holy SHAMOLEY I finally did some camping on the new SeaPearl21, SCOUT that I purchased in a drowsy fit of self-imposed moping over my stagnating professional career back in April. Sometimes, being a cry-baby pays dividends. In this case, I have secured a long mean fast camping machine that just CHEWS up the water like a hungry waterborne horse striving forward to see what comes around the next island!
It's been a few years since VisionQuest/ManQuest2010, (here, here, and here) and I thought that maybe a good introduction camping trip in Maine this year would be to march back to Jewell Island and spend a few days puttering around and shaking out the bugs. Jewell is far enough out to offer wildness, while busy enough to provide support if needed, and Cliff Island with ICE CREAM is nearby! There are multiple campsites, with beaches, coves, and of course, underwater obstacles just waiting to stove a plank or two.
Lt. Presto and I came out of South Portland with it's fabulous municipal ramp, and moseyed our way out to Jewell in light winds. They were so light, I fired up the Iron Mizzen (evil but awesome) and positioned Scout in a way where she benefited from rising offshore winds, and we just started moving! We were parallel with something that looked suspiciously like a Compac 23 (not sure), and it was no contest. Sorry Compac 23. With steady winds we blew into the Punchbowl beach skimming over the outer rock wall with 8" of water at high speed (YES shallow DRAFT!) and impressing all onlookers with our prowess... or stupidity. First camping trip, and I'm already pushing the boat.
Red: Sailing Day 1
Black: Using the evil, yet nice, Iron Mizzen
Orange: Sailing home Day 3.
(Small Day 2 trips not shown)
|Inbound to Jewell|
|Beached out. Lt. Presto's tent is set up at the high tide line. He snores.|
|Lt. Presto and the emptied out cove on the NE beach. Note 150' haul-out for Scout.|
|Tide's coming back in. Rock wall on right was sailed over at high speed!|
|Evening is setting up nicely. WHAT A BOAT!|
|Lt. Presto enjoying the Punchbowl is it fills in. (Beach and boat behind us)|
|As my intrepid readers will remember, my camping style mandates chaos.|
|High class, honest.|
|Note Scout quietly at rest on her haul-out.|
|The most amazing thing to have whilst camping on islands. Espresso maker for one.|
|Tied up at the dock on Cliff to get ice cream. Ferry from Portland is in.|
|Lt. Presto navigating Scout to safe harbor!|
|Captain Callsign just slaying it!|