No Such Thing As A Bad Day

To quote a friend, “There’s no such thing as a bad day. Some days are just better than others.”

The first day of our most recent boat trip with kids aboard started out great with clear blue skies and beautiful scenery all around.

Our destination was Roque Island, Down East about 4 hours from Rockport.  Along the way, there are some places to explore.  First stop was Little Cranberry Island, one of the few Maine islands with a year round population and a favorite place to stop for a dockside hamburger.  Today, the restaurant was closed which may have been a signal for what was to come.

We did find a bite to eat, however, at a roadside tent up the road from the dock which had just what was advertised.

Next stop was Mud Hole, appropriately named because the bottom is totally mud and at low tide access to and from the island is a bit challenging, another sign that all might not go well on this voyage.

All was not lost here because the girls and I found what we called mussel heaven.   That night, steamed and served with pasta, they made a delicious impromptu dinner that might be called from sea to table.

Late afternoon, we arrived at Roque Island, known for its mile of sandy beach, something not generally found in Maine.

Being there, anchored in the midst of beautiful surroundings made it possible to think you were the only persons in the universe.

Later, as the sun set

and the moon rose you could not help but be grateful for the  incredible gifts God has given us.

Tired and happy, we bunked down having no idea that when we awoke this is what we’d see.  The fog was so dense it definitely fell into the category of pea soup.  Our boat is equipped with the latest radar and navigation systems so we decided to head back to Rockport rather than wait for the fog to lift as that possibility didn’t seen too promising.    Boating in thick fog is not my favorite thing to do, but thankfully, the hubby is an accomplished navigator and boat person.

May I tell you that the fog never lifted, and to make matters worse, the hubby noticed the batteries weren’t charging as they should.  He said nothing, but when we made an unexpected stop at the Hinckley yard in Southwest Harbor, I knew something was wrong.

Down came the mechanic on duty, and after 3 1/2 hours of testing, it was determined that the alternator was bad.  I can assure you that by now, everyone was getting a little testy as we were cold and wet and the kids who were here were thinking this wasn’t why they came to Maine.  Who can blame them?

In any case, a temporary fix allowed us to get back to Rockport Harbor where for the first time that day we could see beyond our nose.  Indian Island, which always welcomes me home, never looked so good.

There may be no such thing as a bad day, but I can assure you some are definitely better than others!  That is particularly true when you are a boater.

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