One For the Record Books

Searsport, Maine
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This morning we got up to sunshine and warmth. Hooray! After three straight days of cold and rain, it was very welcome. I hope it lasts but I fear that more rain is on the way.

Nick and I went ashore again to forage for more mussels in Warren State Park. I'm afraid we overdid it. In what seemed like only a few minutes we had a half bushel of mussels and crabs. We took it back to the boat and Libby had no place to store them for dinner.

No problem, while Nick and I weighed anchor and set sail for Searsport, Libby stayed below and made chowder. It must have been the richest chower ever made. It could have been Guiness Book material. This chowder had two quarts of liquid and potatoes, plus two quarts of mussel meats. It was delicious. I ate two bowld full and Nick ate three.



We moved up to Searsport with the idea of going ashore on such a fine day. Surprise. Nick didn't want to go ashore with us today. Oh well, he probably needs some personal time and personal space, just like everyone else.

Libby brought laundry, but too bad, there is no laudromat in Searsport. Libby and I also saw the marine museum here two years ago. As a result, I'm sitting here in the local sports bar blogging while watching Olympic swimming on TV.

I took the picture below just moments ago. It is a beautiful view of Penobscot Bay from the Searsport Public Dock looking toward Castine. Look carefully and you can see Tarwathie anchored out there. In the distance are sailboats enjoying the breeze that just came up 30 minutes ago. Behind them are small mountains.


Below is Nicks Grandpa Dick and Grandpa Dick and Dad John in Rockland Harbor.