Looking out of my hatch at 5:30am into the thick fog, I glanced over about a hundred yards away to see Jason doing the same thing. The next leg of the trip was a sizeable one, 56 nautical miles to Linekin Bay, on the eastern side of Boothbay Harbor. It would be a full 9 hour day at best, but not in this fog.
I went back and caught a few more hours of sleep, got up around 7:30 to make my usual bacon, eggs and coffee. I still needed to get into Kennebunkport one more time to try and get a working phone, I didn't want family and friends getting too worried. It looked like the visibility might improve later in the morning so there was a chance we could make a shorter run to the Biddeford Pool.
Off I went in the dinghy to the commercial dock and unloaded my Dahon Mariner folding bicycle for the 2 mile ride into Kennebunkport. I've got to say that this little folding bicycle from the 1980's is an amazing little piece of human ingenuity. Despite the small wheel size, I can keep up with, and many times pass a standard bicycle because of the way that Dahon engineered the gearing. It has racks which allow me to carry two Ortlieb panniers for grocery shopping, and it can carry a surprisingly heavy load. I've begun calling it "La Mula" (the mule). Everywhere I went on this trip people wanted to know about the bike, and little kids were constantly amazed when they would watch me fold or unfold it. Once I arrived in town, I ducked into the little coffee shop I was at the day before to see if the baristas might be able to help me find a phone store. The closest one was in Biddeford, exactly where I was headed. So back to the boat I went under clearing skies to make the quick sail to Biddeford Pool.
The sail to Biddeford Pool was a pleasant two hour trip, I anchored and loaded the bike back into the dinghy to motor in to the dock and head for town. The thing I did not realize however, is that town was 9 miles away! Off I went undeterred, and about an hour later I found myself in what seemed to be an alien environment. After 10 days of sailing the ocean, and spending my time in little quiet islands and coastal towns, I found myself in what James Howard Kunstler calls "The Geography of Nowhere". Strip malls. Big box stores. Two lane divided highways with large trucks and impatient drivers that were never meant to have someone riding a bicycle on them. All of it was a shock to my senses and I realized how much humans have become desensitized to all of it, how this type of living arrangement, at this moment, was an affront to my soul. I found my way to the store only to be told that I couldn't get a new phone then and there, they would have to mail one to me. Great. So back I went, to the comparative serenity of Biddeford Pool. It was time to rest up for the trip to Linekin Bay tomorrow morning.