We were headed to Belfast one last time when we got word that Lynn and Russell on Blue Highway were coming over from Smith Cove a day early to spend time with us. We had managed to be in the same general areas all summer and never quite caught up with each other, so this was quite the treat.
We both hit a dead spot with no wind and just a whisper of current for 30 minutes or so north of Isleboro Island. Russell joked that we were experiencing tantric sailing, though I was itching to kick on the motor. When the wind did hit on the other side, whoa! Were we off! In just a few seconds we were already seeing speeds of 6 and 7 knots! A local private schooner from Belfast even came out to enjoy the ride.
The sundowners on Blue Highway one night and on Kalyra the next was the highlight, but close seconds were the food co-op (as usual), the blueberry pie (couldn’t resist going back), lunch at a local Laotian restaurant, and the Belfast farmers market. Sign me up, I’m ready to move to Belfast!
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