August 3
        
        The trip to Falmouth was short but nice. We anchored outside of the mooring field
        on Thursday afternoon. Bob got home in the evening and came out to see us by
        kayak. He convinced us to use his car to do some needed laundry and some
        provisioning after taking a shower (did you know that showers were a luxury?) at
        his home, a short distance from the harbor. We also met Luke and Emily. Bob
        cooked dinner for us all and we went to Boundless for dessert so the kids could see
        the boat. We took everybody out by dinghy.....I even made $5 by taking another
        boat person out to their boat.....the launch was done for the evening. We ate like
        royalty and had a nice evening on the boat! This was our third meal on land since
        we left Norwalk. We also had lobster in Newport and we had dinner with my
        cousin Kay in Plymouth the night of the lightning strike when she came to our
        rescue. It really is great to have friends and relatives around!!
        
        The next morning Bob came out by kayak to help us get under way. Faith promptly
        took the kayak to the fuel dock and left us to do the work. We put on fuel and
        water and said goodby to Bob. We left for Damariscove Island; one of the earliest
        settlements in the New World. Pete called us shortly after we started to see how we
        were doing. He asked if we had seen any whales yet. Actually Faith thought she
        saw one earlier but it wasn't confirmed. Within about a half hour we saw our first
        whale.....Faith's second. We anchored near the mouth of the harbor as there wasn't
        much room inside...this proved to be a mistake! We hiked around the island a bit
        and visited their small museum. There are a few abandoned buildings and a few
        people living on the island....probably not all year. We went back to the boat and
        had another great meal by Faith! The wind was picking up a bit blowing right into
        the mouth of the harbor. I checked to be sure the weather report hadn't changed.
        We still expected another nice evening with winds abating early and near zero by
        morning. The boat was moving quite a lot by the time we went to bed. 
        
        All of a sudden I woke with a start. The rhythm of the boat had changed! I ran for
        the deck to see what was happening. I looked to port and saw that we were
        perpendicular to the shore. We were rolling broad side to the waves....something
        had changed! I looked to starboard and saw that we were quickly approaching the
        boat on a mooring behind us. I got to our bow in time to fend off. I also yelled for
        Faith to start the engine and turn on the windless. Our anchor had broken free. It
        was now 2:00am and we were in panic mode. Faith got the anchor up and we
        started out into the dark ocean under power. We were leaving an island harbor
        several miles off shore in the middle of the night directly into a 20-30 knot head
        wind in an inlet going to who knows where! many  islands, lobster pots and rocks
        were between us and the shore.    
        
        It took us a while to get the time to turn on the computer and the rest of the
        electronics. The GPS was the biggest problem. The boat was 
moving so much it
        couldn't make contact with the satellites required for a fix. I got out the charts and
        started us in the right direction. We could only tell where we were by dead
        reckoning because the GPS was still looking for satellites. Luckily, Faith had
        plotted a course to Booth Bay for practice before we went to bed. We were going
        to Booth Bay. We couldn't see much, there were buoys and lobster pots all around
        but our GPS had finally figured out where it was. We finally got everything settled
        down and worked our way into Booth Bay. We dropped an anchor about 5:00am. 
        
        The next morning we picked up a mooring at the Booth Bay Harbor Yacht Club.
        It was well protected and away from most of the hustle and bustle of the harbor.
        We stayed at the Yacht Club Monday and enjoyed the town. Everything was
        peaceful!
        
        Tuesday morning we used the yacht club to shower before we left for Long Cove,
        about 25 miles up the coast. It was a beautiful day and we sailed most of the way.
        We even passed several boats! I still get competitive when another boat gets near
        us! I used the spinnaker pole as a whisker pole (to hold out the jib while sailing
        wing and wing). We took our time and everything went well. As we approached
        the entrance to the harbor the surface of the water looked like those carnival games
        with the ducks being pushed in a stream except here it was lobster pot buoys. All
        different shapes and colors. (there are over a million lobster pots in Maine) We
        managed to evade all of them and found a nice spot to anchor for the night.