The pictures are not particularly in order, but I don't have all day here.
My cabin. Cozy but sufficient. Newer vessels are not allowed by the Coast Guard to have portholes. It was nice to open it at night. It had to be closed when we were under sail, but even then, it adds to your awareness of the sea when you're below deck.
A view from the rear of the ship. That odd-looking piece of nautical statuary is a compass from an 1850's Dutch freighter. The little canisters on the side were once filled with whale oil to light the device:
This monstrosity sits in the bay of Rockland. It is only a few years old. It was built by a man who had no experience in shipbuilding but, believing he was called by God to make a sailing vessel for disabled children, constructed it himself, with wood from Home Depot. The Coast Guard has condemned the ship and it is not allowed to sail:
This is a bit of the radar gear from a ship which sank in Rockland harbor several winters ago. (No-one was aboard):
I just had to swim in the ocean... for about 90 seconds. No, that is not an off-white unitard, that's my own dear hide:
There are a great many schooners sailing off the coast of Maine, most of them two-masters like these. There are some modern three-masters, but the Victory Chimes is the only commercial vessel of her type still in operation:
Here's one, passing very near:
On our last night, 6 ships pulled up alongside in the harbor and we all hopped from boat to boat:
The machinery and the big chains that pull up and let down the anchor:
Vegetation on Buck's Harbor:
Heading out in the morning fog:
A sign on Buck's Harbor:
I asked the captain if I could climb the rigging. He said no, but I could ask, so every now and then I would ask him again. He would stroke his chin thoughtfully and then say, "No!":
One of my favorite parts of the day was when we moored in the late afternoons and the Captain pulled out a chart and showed us where we had been and where we were. I shot a video of him talking, but my memory card got corrupted and I lost it and subsequently had to shoot only low-res photos, using the camera's internal memory:
The post office in Isle Au Haut:
Wind in the sails, late morning:
A foggy morning in one of the harbors, I forget which:
A jamboree on deck during the multi-ship last-night party. I got to play withh some very good New England fiddlers, which was a blast--I was just able to keep up--and sang my Not A Sailor Song from the high deck, which was well-received:
The last afternoon, a storm blew in very quickly and the sails had to be taken right down. The weather service alert came over the radio after it had passed:
We had a full moon:
And that should be enough pictures for anyone, I think. Now it's off to Cambridge!