Saturday, December 18, 2010


Leg 44, from Eastholm to the Ritz. The great adventure enters its second winter.







Rock formations along this coast are unlike those anywhere else on the island. In one area colorful undulating formations emerge from smooth pebble beaches and around the next bend
big jagged pieces from nearby cliffs litter the shore
Just offshore, my two daughters, then about ten and fifteen, and I paddled out from the south shore of Winter harbor to one of the Hen Islands and spent the night in a tent perched high on the rocks overlooking Penobscot Island. In the morning I cooked scrambled eggs, home fires and kielbasa.









About thirty years ago I made the acquaintance of Phil Boster. At the time he owned the Ritz. He was a great guy. He's buried nearby under a stone that identifies him as 'Keeper of the Cove'.





Next leg, 45, from the Ritz to Starboard Rock, maybe into the Priviledge.





















Leg 44, from Eastholm to the Ritz. The great adventure enters its second winter. Rock formations along this coast are unlike those anywhere else on the island. In one area colorful undulating formations emerge from the smooth pebble beaches and around the next bend big jagged pieces hewn from the nearby cliffs litter the shore. Just off shore, high up on a ledge on one of the Hen Islands my daughters and I spent a memorable night camping.















Sunday, December 12, 2010

Leg 43, from Carl Ames' Farm to Eastholm.











I was looking forward to this walk like no other. This was really remote territory to me. I'd never spent any time whatever at this extremity of Calderwood Neck and I was looking forward to rounding Thayer Point and discovering a shore I'd only seen from the water and only once or twice in my lifetime.






























The shore just around Thayer Point was stunning, just rocks and ledges but in such magnificent arrangements.

































Standing on this outcrop of stone so completely worn that its edges were like razors, I had to zoom in to the area beneath my feet to try and capture the degree to which this extraordinary erosion had taken place. Looking down the beach a way the same feathery formation emerges from the rubble.



















This fellow seems to have built on a pretty solid foundation.








































Next leg, 44, from Eastholm toward Starboard Rock. I hope to be off the Neck by the end of the year.