My day commenced with an early 3:30am wake up. I waddled up the steps restricted with six upper layers and three bottom layers. I scanned my dark surroundings. I found myself shocked by my powerful night vision, coupled with the bright moon. Satisfaction filled me when I spotted Orion’s Belt painted across the dark sky. Finally, the stars I have been waiting for emerged from the thick cloud curtain. I stood distant at the bow, watching the placid water stretch on for what seemed like forever. Reflective images constantly distracted me from the mindless duty I had been assigned to. After what felt like hours, I was finally relieved of bow watch and assigned to boat checks. I quickly realized that while checking the forepeak bilge I could conveniently spend more time regaining warmth and hiding from the chilling breeze.
In the two hours that we had been awake the sun had managed to begin painting the sky with pastel pinks, oranges, and faded purples. With an overwhelming sunrise off the starboard bow and Mount Washington emerging from a hazy cloud off the port stern, I was distracted from the damp cold and my wandering mind.
As the sun fully rose into the clear sky we were relieved of our long morning watch. Heat began radiating onto the wide open deck. Behind us, Mount Washington faded into the water and a large pod of dolphins led us to the hilly coast of Maine. For the remainder of the day we were amused with timely watches and an interesting Navigation class, led by Captain Flansburg. As we voyaged into the evening, we found ourselves motoring through mine fields of lobster buoys and around spotted islands.
Currently, the boat is slowly traveling through a small channel, working towards when it will open up into a quaint cove. This is where we plan on anchoring for the night. Off the stern, I am yet again taken back by a canvas of dark reds, purples, oranges, and splashes of yellows. The colors create a dark silhouette around the tan mountains on the main land. I find it shocking to think that I am on board one of the boats people watch from those hilltops. Our process of anchoring is slow, but none the less peaceful. The anchor will soon be dropped, closing the curtain on a long beautiful day, and opening the door to an even longer, mysterious night.
Anchored for the night off the coast of North Haven Island, ME in Pulpit Harbor, traveling to Castine, ME.