Notes on Maine - Fog

Foggy morning in Buckle Harbor, Swans Island.

What a better way to finish discussing Maine than to end with the fog. We may have been lucky or it may have been the time of year (the month of August 2010) we visited but we actually experienced fog on only four separate days in our travels through the mid-coast of Maine. Our very first day in the water, on leaving Tenants Harbor, we went right into pea-soup fog. But conditions were fine: seas were flat-calm, our radar was operating properly, cruising boats we encountered were using their horns (as were we). All went well up for the run up to Rockland but for the alarm as we had with a crossing situation with a lobsterboat doing 15+ knots only 50 yards away.

Fog clearing on crossing from Rockland to Vinalhaven Island.

Fiddler Ledge beacon monument at east entrance to Fox Islands Thorofare that runs between North Haven I. and Vinalhaven I.

Fog coming and going near Deer Island.

Fog moving eastward ahead of us as we move eastward as well.

One of the numerous sailboats we encountered in the Muscle Ridge Channel. Everyone pretty good at sounding their fog horns--you'd hear them before seeing them. Of course, with radar we knew of their approach.

A workboat operating a a proper slow speed (thank goodness), also in the Muscle Ridge Channel.

Rockland harbor with fog burning off.

Lighthouse at the end of the Rockland Harbor Breakwater with morning fog.

Fog coming and going in Rockland.

Rockland.

Rockland.

Rockland.

Rockland.

Mega-sized sailboat anchored outside Northeast Harbor, Mt. Desert I., on foggy morning in late August.

Lobsterboat pushing barge in the Mt. Desert I. thoroughfare.

Fog starting to lift fairly quickly now in Buckle Harbor.

Leaving Somesville, and heading south in Somes Sound, fog lifting now.

Radar on during the run south in Somes Sound--just in case the fog lowers down.

Somes Sound again. You know that Somes Sound is the only fjord on the east coast of the USA, right? Cuts Mount Desert I. almost in two.

Fog never materialized in our anchorage in Cradle Cove off Seven Hundred Acre Island. Just lingered out in the passage and then dissipated.