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Mistake Island
Mistake Island
To the west, a single necklace of cloud hangs in the distance over the serrated backbone of Great Wass. I reconnoiter in the dingy, dipping my oars gently in the still waters, braced by the chill air and the muffled beat of surf. Cygnet is a beautiful sight, her clipper bow arcing into the sky, her long bowsprit a slender punctuation mark. She has brought us safely here and we are grateful to her. A lobster boat throbs in the distance, making its way from Jonesport, through the narrows and out to the fishing grounds. I scan the ocean for other yachts – we have not seen a single sail since passing Schoodic Point – but the horizon continues to be empty.
Mistake Island
Mistake Island
To the west, a single necklace of cloud hangs in the distance over the serrated backbone of Great Wass. I reconnoiter in the dingy, dipping my oars gently in the still waters, braced by the chill air and the muffled beat of surf. Cygnet is a beautiful sight, her clipper bow arcing into the sky, her long bowsprit a slender punctuation mark. She has brought us safely here and we are grateful to her. A lobster boat throbs in the distance, making its way from Jonesport, through the narrows and out to the fishing grounds. I scan the ocean for other yachts – we have not seen a single sail since passing Schoodic Point – but the horizon continues to be empty.