Deer Island to Tenant's Harbor

9-11-05
I had a stuffed up nose in the morning as it had gotten colder and I had left the upper board out of the hatch so cold air came down on my head. The morning was bright and cool. The radio said that there was a frost warning in this area. Bring cooked sausages which turned out to be chicken and apple which had a nice flavor. He also made his excellent grilled English muffins with more butter and eggs. We raised the sail at the mooring and headed out. Our course was North to visit Northwest Harbor on Deer Island that Pete had also recommended. It was beautiful with a number of boats moored for the night. We then sailed into Penobscot bay through a number of islands south of Islesboro down along the coast of North Haven. Another recommendation of Pete’s was Pulpit harbor. We motored in and saw a number of boats motoring out after having stayed the night. The harbor is well protected with many impressive homes. Then we headed South towards our destination of Tenants harbor. This picturesque harbor was home to several Weyths of painting fame. I believe that Andrew Weyth still lives there. At first the wind died and then changed direction to blow into our faces as we headed South. The prediction had been for winds from the North but midday they changes to the south to south west, right where we were going. We slogged south through many lobster buoy fields on our way to Tenants harbor. I tried to call the company that had the greatest number of moorings but the recording said that they were closed for the season. We motored into the harbor behind another boat looking for moorings. The asked some boys who said to pick up a white mooring with a yellow pickup buoy. The same boys told us to pick up a white mooring with at white pick up buoy. All the moorings are white. We eventually found one with no idea of whose it was although from the growth on the pendent it looked as if it had not been used for some time. After hooking up we rested for a while and then I took off for a walk around town which isn’t much of a town. Along the road I stopped to talk to a couple where the husband was sitting in the garage with one leg amputated just below the knee and his wife neither of which were spring chickens. He said that he had sold his marina to Jamy Weith around 1990 and that his father had purchased much of the point in 1945 for $5,500. I walked on and came to the Sul Mare northern Italian restaurant. It looked excellent so I went back to the boat and got Brint. We were going to grill steak but he was easy to talk into this restaurant. We both had excellent meals and I would recommend it to one and all. We dingyed back to the Windchaser, talked a bit about Brint’s experiences in Saudi Arabia and went to bed.