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Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Tuesday, June 30

I was told today that we are setting a record for the number of days without sun. This is the fourth week. On the news they are saying this is the third wet-est June on record, over eight and a half inches.

And here we sit. I did go out today and cut some grass. Yes, it was misty and raining, but I had to get some of it done. I also went to the cove, took a tramload of trash down and picked up the beach. Large logs continue to wash in and out with the tide and debris is always coming in.

Brenda finished painting the sign she was working on. She also cleaned out the dining room closet. There were a lot of old appliances in there. Some worked, most did not. Brenda checked all of them out and we discarded the inoperable ones. This was a large part of the trash I took down on the tram. This stuff gets stored in the boathouse until we can arrange a trash run to shore.

Connie, from the FOSI office called this morning. She said someone just called her and said the light was out and the foghorn wasn’t sounding. I assured her both were functioning. Apparently the fog was so thick it was affecting both visual and audible transmission. Dave Power called also, with the greeting “Happy Mildew”. Haven’t heard that one before, but he is right.

We are planning to go ashore tomorrow. We will get up early and be waiting for Ethan in the dingy, tied to the mooring buoy, at 0700. And, guess what? More fog and rain is predicted. Oh well, we’ll just have to wear our raincoats and get wet.

Today is the end of the month. June has been wet and foggy. We have gotten a lot done and are looking forward to July. We miss our family and friends and hope that some will visit soon.

Monday, June 29, 2009


Monday, June 29

Another foggy day. This place really lives up to its’ reputation.

On and off rain and the wind kept outside activities to a minimum. Brenda hand lettered and painted a replacement sign for the lighthouse and I took trash down to the boat house to get rid of later on. Later I installed a new plug in the museum store so Brenda can now plug in the mini refrigerator and we can start selling bottled water and soda.

That is, if anybody ever shows up.

Two weeks ago we asked FOSI if we could purchase material for curtains. Brenda was going to borrow a sewing machine and make them. FOSI replied no. Money is tight and curtains were not high on the priority list. So, undaunted, Brenda found some curtains at the Goodwill store. She bought them, fixed them, ironed them and hung them. Now we have curtains in the living room. Total cost, nine bucks! Good job!

We have not had any visitors for over a week. Weather has not cooperated. This weekend is the fourth of July and the weather is supposed to improve. That should bring visitors and, hopefully, we can see fireworks from all over.

We had lasagna for dinner and will watch some TV.

Sunday, June 28, 2009

Sunday, June 28

Uh Oh, Guess who was sitting on the newly cleaned and polished throne? In the early morning hours we had a thunderstorm. I like storms and would have gone outside or over to the light to watch it progress, but the fog was still thick so all I saw was lightening and heard thunder. Oh well, back to my story. Lawrence de Esuom was sitting on the gnat free, super clean, waxed and polished crapper. I told him to “Get off, I cleaned that for my wife and I and not some stranger!”. He looked at me with contempt and said “There’s a storm a brewin and I needed someplace to hide, I don’t like ‘em, seen some bad stuff happen out here cus a storms”. Again I said “I don’t care, get off of there” and he disappeared.

The nerve of him!

I went back to bed. Didn’t tell Brenda. She worries when she hears a bump in the night.

Morning came and it was getting bright at 0500, which wakes us up. Today I am going to cut a piece of cardboard or something to cover that window.

After breakfast Brenda broke out the paint again. She painted the white trim in both dining and living rooms. I returned to the shop and sorted out the numerous tins of nails and other hardware that has been accumulating forever. When we were ashore on Thursday I bought plastic bins to put stuff in, and that is what I used. Now, when you look for a 16P nail, you can find it. Continuous sweeping and organizing is finally paying off.

The day was dreary. Fog so thick you could cut it. Visibility this morning was only 150 feet. Wind was blowing all day and rain squalls came and went. After lunch we watched another episode of “24”. I recorded a bunch of programs before we left and we can watch them whenever we want.

While Brenda finished painting I cut a piece of cardboard for the bedroom window. After dinner we watched “Merlin” on NBC.

Saturday, June 27

Foggy and cool again. We are expecting storm activity later in the day.

We have had a continuing gnat problem in the bathroom for the past couple of weeks. The culprit is the composting toilet. These are fungus gnats that are attracted to dry compost. When the compost is dry fungus begins to form and the gnats thrive on it. These waterless toilets can be a chore to maintain. Microbes, moisture, bacteria, temperature and carbon content need to be maintained for things to work right. The concept is that aerobic bacteria consume waste quickly to produce carbon dioxide and water vapor and leave behind a small amount of the original waste volume in the form of basic minerals. The end result is a mix of minerals and bulking material that has not decomposed. This non-decomposed material resides in the drawer below the unit and it has to be dumped occasionally.

Obviously it has been getting dumped in the past but I don’t think it has been cleaned in quite a while. Now I’m not talking about just cleaning the drawer, but the area where the drawer slides in to (the tank). Once I removed, dumped and cleaned the drawer I used the small plastic rake that comes with the toilet to scrape the insides. Plastic wouldn’t touch it. This stuff was caked on, crusted to a cement consistency and VERY dry. Hence, the gnats. Down to the shop to get the man tools. I returned with a metal hoe, dustpan and brush and a 1X4 as a last resort. I ended up using the 1X4 to scrape the crap out of the chamber. This stuff was really on there. Then, once loosened, I had to get it out. Whoever designed this thing did not consider the process for getting stuff out of the tank. The only way to do it is stick your arm in there (the area is about two feet deep), collect the crap in your hands (like the Allstate commercial) and make your way to the trashcan.

I did this four times before finally making headway and seeing the bottom of the tank. Yes, I was wearing long rubber gloves. All the windows were open because of the smell and I had to leave twice for things to settle down. Brenda stayed downstairs.

Finally the deed was done. We had a clean drawer and a clean tank. I added some composting material, microbes and bacteria.

A picture of the toilet is shown above. As you can see it sits high off the floor requiring a step to get to the throne. If you’re short your legs dangle above the step. Reminds me of Lilly Tomlin in the old Laugh In show (I guess I’m dating myself). Anyway, do you remember the skit she did sitting in the big rocking chair, looking very small? Come use this toilet and you will see what I mean.

Since I made a mess on the floor Brenda felt compelled to clean not only the bathroom floor, but the hallways, two bedrooms, steps, living room, dining room and stairs. She wasn’t too happy because she had just done this yesterday.

All this playing around with the toilet made me hungry, so we had lunch and, yes, I did wash my hands.

Went to the shop after lunch and started putting up the lights. FOSI wanted the fluorescents taken down and incandescents put up. I hung six boxes and wired the lights to come on with the existing switch. Brenda joined me later and worked on the bureau she is refinishing. Now when you turn on the lights, you can actually see to do something!

Fog persisted throughout the day. We had dinner and watched some TV before turning in.

Friday, June 26, 2009

Friday, June 26

Well, we got ashore today!

When we got up, at 0500, it was foggy out and the ocean looked calm. But from our vantage point of 130 feet it is hard to really see what the waves are like. Brenda and I got our stuff ready and made our way down to the cove. We had faith in Ethan and (at least I) had faith that he would show up. In fact I was so confident that we dragged the inflatable down to the beach, loaded up our stuff and I rowed us out to the mooring in anticipation of his arrival. This would have made a good picture. Brenda and I sitting in a eight foot inflatable boat with our dirty laundry in a WalMart plastic container, tied to a buoy, rolling over four foot seas and searching the mist for a boat to show up.

And here he comes! Right on time. We transferred to his boat and we were off. Ethan warned us that the waves were still high and our trip might be a little dicey. Not only were the waves high, but the place was living up to its name! High waves, combined with maximum river outflow because of all the rain in the watershed, with a strong tide running and logs and all kind of crap in the water. It was a fun ride in.

Breakfast at Percy’s and off to see Bob at the Post Office. Lots of mail today. To the laundromat, hardware store, hairdresser for Brenda, barber for me, Big Lots, Burger King and, of course, WalMart. We wanted to get back early today and catch the slack tide at high. There was a continuing concern about weather and water conditions.

Back aboard the boat at 1430 and over to see Brent for some lobsters. Didn’t know if he would have any or not. The rough seas and low salinity from all the fresh water coming down the river are not conducive to a good lobster catch. Once again Brent welcomed us into his home and we had to try the new Blueberry wine. Now, I am not usual a wine drinker, but this stuff was good. Brent said he had some lobsters set aside and all we had to do was go get ‘em. We snuck behind Stage Island to the secret cache off of Salter Island. We got two lobsters out and were once again on our way home.

The ride out was fine. Fog was beginning to roll in again and we passed a small flotilla of sailboats making their way up the coast,

Getting us and all our stuff ashore is another story. Too bad we didn’t have a camera for this one either. Now, remember I said this was high tide. Not a normal high tide, but HIGH tide. Which meant our landing would be on the rocks, with waves crashing, food, laundry, lobsters, light bulbs, electrical supplies (for my work in the shop), mail, brooms and us to get off.

Are we having fun yet?

Actually it was kind of fun. First I took Brenda in. Remember she has the lower cut boots that fill up with water. I need mine to row the boat. Anyway I got Brenda off (she would say I pushed her, but that isn’t true). Once off she had to grab the bags out of the inflatable while I held it to shore with the waves moving the whole mess around. Yeah, fun. We had to be careful and be aware of every wave. I didn’t want her foot or leg getting caught between rocks and the boat. That could have spelled disaster.

I left Brenda on shore and rowed back out for the second load. We got everything else in the inflatable and I bid Ethan and his girlfriend goodbye. Now, here I was again with a boat full of supplies, in the ocean with rolling waves. Now, since stuff was loaded both in the bow and in the stern I had to maneuver the boat both ways for Brenda to lift the stuff out. It worked pretty well. We made a good team, got everything ashore and Brenda didn’t even get water in her boots!

Then everything gets carries up the steps, up the ramp to the tram, off the tram at the top and to the house. We had everything in the house by 1600. Not bad.

We enjoyed another lobster dinner, watched some TV and then, to bed.

Weather for the next few days does not look promising, but not much we can do about that!

Thursday, June 25

Well we didn’t get to shore today either. We were up early, ready to go, and Ethan called. He felt that the seas were still too high and didn’t think it was a good idea to go ashore today. No problem. I went back to the house and back to bed. Brenda couldn’t go back to sleep so she stayed up, ate breakfast, watched TV and worked on her puzzle.

I eventually got up and, after breakfast went to the shop to get the mower. The grass was still a little wet but I tried to mow anyway. Not much clumping and the blades were cutting fine, so I continued to cut grass for the next few hours. When I got done at the top I went to the cove and cut that area also, although I did not get to cut the camping area. That will have to wait for another day.

Worked in the shop for a while. Brenda was still working on the puzzle. Fog lifted around 1900 and it was beautiful outside. The fog was below us and off in the distance. Wisps of it were moving across the setting sun. Waves were crashing on the beach below. Surrounding islands and the mainland were alternately covered and uncovered in the mist. Hard to describe and I took a few pictures.

In the afternoon we saw what appeared to be a white rainbow. It was an arc of white stretching from north to south and ending in the waves. I guess it was an anomaly caused by light reflecting off the droplets of moisture in the air.

Brenda finished the puzzle. We intend to mount these puzzles and hang them on the walls. Both are nice pictures of, guess what….lighthouses!

We will try once again to go ashore tomorrow. We hope this happens because we are running out of supplies!

Wednesday, June 24, 2009


Wednesday, June 24

We have been here a month already! It has been a busy month. Brenda has painted two rooms and is working on a bedroom today. We have been cleaning, giving tours, organizing, mowing, weed whacking, fixing things and enjoying the island. We look forward to meeting more people and having friends and family visit. This is a truly unique experience and we invite others to share it with us.

Once again we have no sun. Fog and periods of rain throughout the day. Our friends ashore promise that the sun will shine again…. They just don’t know when.

Found the little guy shown above in the museum this morning.

If we would have gone ashore today and if the weather was better we would have gone to Boothbay Harbor for Windjammer Days:

Eastwind

Heritage


Nathaniel Bowditch


Harvey Gamage


A CELEBRATION
OF MARITIME HISTORY AND SAILING


THE 47th ANNUAL WINDJAMMER DAYS

June 23 & 24, 2009

"...Re-live and honor the colorful days of sail, their wooden ships and iron men..."

Enjoy two days of family fun, including an antique boat parade, pancake breakfast, shipyard tours, tours of navy vessels and the Coast Guard Station, waterfront concerts, a craft fair, food, street parade, games and activities for kids, and fireworks. Don't miss the unforgettable sight of the majestic ships as they sail into Boothbay Harbor in the parade of sail.

Windjammers committed to this year's festival are
American Eagle, Heritage, Lazy Jack, Eastwind, Nathan Bowditch, Lewis R. French and Harvey Gamage thus far.

BUT, this was not to be. The weather just was not cooperating. We are supposed to go ashore tomorrow and are keeping our fingers crossed.

Below is Brenda's account of the day. I have been asking her to contribute to the blog for a while and she finall has. Hopefully she will continue and be a frequent contributor.

This is my first attempt in writing the blog. So bear with me!

Today began as it had for the past week foggy and raining, however the temperature has improved, I don’t have to wear a sweatshirt indoors. We were not able to go to shore today due to the foggy weather.

Bill took off to the shop to get the lights he removed and other trash to be sent down the tram; however he ended up staying a while due to the torrential rain that began soon after he left. I remained at the house to get things ready for our trip to shore hopefully tomorrow.

Before I continue with today’s events I have to back up just a few days. Bill has told you about the light in the bedroom that continues to go on and off, but now Bill’s phone continues to wake us up every day at 5:30 A.M. Today at 5:30 I heard banging that seemed to be coming from the door. I know the wind was strong the night before at 39 miles per hour, but that seemed to have subsided during the night. So it can’t be the wind. This noise does not seem to bother Bill he continues to sleep peacefully. Why do I only seem to be haunted by these unusual noises and happenings? Hopefully they will not continue!!

Since the rain has stopped for a while I think I’ll go down to the Fog Signal House/Shop and give the piece of furniture I’m refinishing another coat of stain. When I arrived Bill was busy at work cleaning and hanging tools so he can find them when he needs them. The Friends of Seguin will not recognize the place. I wasn’t able to stain the dresser due to the dampness so I returned to the house to paint one of the bedrooms while Bill continued to work in the Shop.

I continued to paint until Bill came up for lunch. After lunch Bill helped me move some of the furniture so I could finish painting and he proceeded down to the engine house to bring the tram down which he loaded earlier in the day. He took care of the trash and put the old lights away in the boat house until they can be carried off the island.

Bill’s timing for the return of the tram back to the top perfectly right when I had completed painting. I went out to the tram, however Bill had trouble seeing me due to the heavy fog and the sound of the engine made it hard for him to hear me on the radio, but the tram made it to the top.

After cleaning my painting gear I decided to continue putting the puzzle together I started yesterday while Bill returned to the Shop. I think he is determined to finish his cleanup efforts.

After a long and busy day we had dinner and relaxed the rest of the evening.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009


Tuesday, June 23

Still overcast, no sun today. It’s not cold outside, just gray and windy. Things are supposed to get better from now on with sun and high temps in the eighties by the weekend.

Talked to Ethan a few minutes ago and we decided not to take a chance on tomorrow, but wait for Thursday. Waves in the cove have subsided but it should be safer on Thursday.

Those of you following this blog know that I am including pictures as we go. Below is a URL to a Snapfish album of Seguin pictures. I am trying to keep up with uploading to this album. So, have a look if you like:

http://www1.snapfish.com/thumbnailshare/AlbumID=620156012/a=100920042_100920042/otsc=SHR/otsi=SALBlink/COBRAND_NAME=snapfish/

We worked in the shop for a while today. Stained the bureau and I continued my clean-up/organization project. I walked to the cove and looked at the mess the high surf brought in. More work down there. Brenda cleaned the house and is working on her second puzzle. It has been decided that the sofa I lugged down (from the second floor) yesterday will be returned to the second floor this evening. Don’t ask, you can figure this one out…..something about décor??

While I was walking on the beach in the cove this afternoon I “felt” someone standing next to me. I looked to my right and saw Lawrence sitting on a rock. I don’t know how he shows up or why. He is just “there”. I didn’t say anything and kind of ignored him. He said “Nasty day, eh”. I replied “Yeah”. He said “You can call me Larry”. And I said “OK, Larry”. I was determined not to get involved in a conversation with someone or something I did not understand. After all, it’s kind of creepy. I keep seeing this guy who has no visible means of transportation, no apparent food and just shows up and disappears at will.

He said “Somethin bothering you?” I said “As a matter of fact, yes. I don’t know anything about you, how you get here, where you come from or anything”. “Do I need to be concerned that you are here? What do you want?”

Larry replied “I’ll answer all your questions in time”. “I’ve been on this island a long time, in fact I never leave”. Then he was gone. So, he did leave, at least as far as I’m concerned. I don’t know what is going on, but I’m pretty sure I’ll see him again.

Brenda has had some “events” of her own during the past two weeks. She didn’t want to tell me at first, but when it kept happening, she figured she better say something. There is a small desk lamp in the upstairs bedroom that turns itself on and off at will. Brenda turns it off before going to bed and a few hours later it is on. Then, during the day, it turns itself on at will. This has happened numerous times. It seems to bother her more than me. If I unplug it and it still comes on…. We may have something here. A picture of the suspect lamp is shown above.

I walked outside last night and saw the lighthouses at the Cuckolds, Pemaquid and Pond Island. Each light has its’ own characteristic. I also noticed lights on a number of buoys and heard their clanging of bells and gongs and the wind chime on our porch was sounding off. It just started raining again so I doubt I’ll see this tonight.

Monday, June 22, 2009

Monday, June 22

Another overcast and cool day.

Not foggy, the wind has been blowing at 20 knots or better from the northeast for most of the day. I took a walk to the cove this morning. Three foot waves were breaking on the shore and the ocean was rolling. No elephants on the horizon, so it‘s not too bad further out. If you don’t understand that I will explain later on.

Because of the weather we could not do much outside, so we went to the shop and worked on the old Coast Guard bureau. It needed re-gluing and some carpentry work. Tomorrow the glue will be dry and Brenda will sand and stain. Once this piece is done we will bring it back to the house. Brenda wants to put the TV on it. Then she plans on working on some other pieces.

I cut the Styrofoam backer board for the new map that will be hung in the museum. This is a map that visitors push pins into to designate where they are from. After I pick up some glue on our day “off” I can get this done and hung.

The puzzle Brenda finished two weeks ago is still sitting here…. minus two pieces. She wrote the manufacturer and they contacted her today saying they were shipping a new puzzle. So that one will be complete. Today she started another one.

There was an old USCG clock hanging in the museum that had a sign “This USCG issue clock was found in the head keepers quarters”. It didn’t work. It showed 4:00 o’clock all the time. I looked at it and saw that the cord had been cut. So, I replaced the cord and now we have a WORKING USCG issue clock in the museum.

Ethan called this afternoon to ask how we were doing and say there is some concern about getting us off the island on Wednesday. I agreed. The seas are high and conditions unsafe and tomorrow doesn’t look any better. We agreed to keep a watch on things and make our decision later on.

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Sunday, June 21

Fathers Day, Summer has arrived, solstice

Let’s start with Fathers Day. My father, Frank G. Simmons, left us for his final reward a few years ago. Dad was my role model, my teacher and my friend. I miss him. Dad was a WWII veteran and returned home on a hospital ship. Life was not always good to him, but he made the best of it. My mother and he raised four children in a comfortable and loving home in Baltimore. Dad was a member of the Masonic Order, AF&AM and believed in their tenets of faith, hope and charity. Freemasonry has been in our family for many generations. Dad’s profession of belief in a Supreme Being allows me to rest secure in the knowledge that I know where he is now. Happy Father’s Day, Dad.

The beginning of summer is today, marked by the summer solstice. This occurred early this morning at 0145. Today is the longest day (sunlight) of the year. Here are some fun facts about summer solstice:

· Pagans called the Midsummer moon the "Honey Moon" for the mead made from fermented honey that was part of wedding ceremonies performed at the Summer Solstice.

· Ancient Pagans celebrated Midsummer with bonfires, when couples would leap through the flames, believing their crops would grow as high as the couples were able to jump.

· Midsummer was thought to be a time of magic, when evil spirits were said to appear. To thwart them, Pagans often wore protective garlands of herbs and flowers. One of the most powerful of them was a plant called 'chase-devil', which is known today as St. John’s Wort and still used by modern herbalists as a mood stabilizer.

Today is gray and windy. The fog horn sounded off and on all day. Brenda and I went to the shop. She worked on sanding and staining a bureau and I continued my clean up. I removed old fluorescent lights and will replace with incandescent. Back at the house I repaired a few leaks in the water system and rewired a torchiere lamp. We just had dinner are are sitting down to watch some TV.

Now that summer has arrived we are expecting sun, warm temperatures and visitors!

Saturday, June 20, 2009


Saturday, June 20

A gray day. No sun. The fog came and went and we made ourselves busy around the house and shop.

After breakfast we went to the cove and cleaned things up, made sure the restroom was presentable and well stocked.

Brenda took inventory of the store merchandise and put it in an Excel spreadsheet. I went to the shop and built a lumber rack. Just another step in my organizing and cleaning process. I also drew the first gallon of “drinking” water out of the new filtration system. We’ll let it sit until tomorrow and give it a try. This is a huge advantage to carrying water from shore. We hope it is good!

At 1000 I noticed a large ship in the east. I got out the binoculars and saw a two masted sailboat that was made of wood. The gaff rigged main topsail was the only piece of canvas showing. It took a few seconds and then I realized I was looking at the Harvey Gamage . The Harvey Gamage is a 131 foot wooden sailboat that was built in 1973 on the banks of the Damariscotta River in South Bristol, Maine. She is owned by a non-profit educational organization in Bath, Maine. Harvey Gamage is now devoted exclusively to sea education programming, while still following her traditional route between New England and the Caribbean.


For those of you that have asked, here is a copy of the ad I that was posted in the Caretaker Gazette:

WANTED: A COMPATIBLE COUPLE to live on Seguin Island, Maine for the summer of 2008 to caretake our majestic lighthouse and surrounding 64 acres of grounds, 2.5 miles off shore from the mouth of the Kennebec River. Stewardship includes guiding visitors through the museum and lighthouse as well as maintenance of grounds and buildings. Duties are assumed Memorial Day weekend and run through Labor Day, with one weekday ashore to take care of personal needs. Qualified applicants will possess outstanding public relations skills, good work ethics, maritime experience, complete with a sense of adventure and humor. Weekly stipend of $75.00 per person may be available. Please send a resume and letter of introduction to keeper@seguinisland.org or to Caretaker Selection Committee, Friends of Seguin Island, PO Box 866, Bath, ME 04530

I responded to the ad and Brenda and I along with friends Dennis and Margie Phillips took a tour of the lighthouse in August 2007. The next day Brenda and I interviewed with the selection committee and a few weeks later we were asked if we would accept the position for 2009….. and here we are!

Friday, June 19, 2009

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Friday, June 19

Rain, fog and raw day

It is 1700 and the rain gauge shows 1.45 inches for today already

When it is raining this hard our outside activities are limited. I worked in the shop for a while cutting some plywood and making a frame for a new map in the museum. I also cleaned up the Stihl weed whacker and prepared it for another day.

After lunch we watched the movie “Australia”. We liked it.

Remainder of the day was just taking it easy, watching TV, reading, etc.

Thursday, June 18, 2009



Thursday, June 18

Overcast and cool.

Once again, we returned to the cove to make sure things were ready for the next group of senior students. We cleaned and restocked the restroom. Then it was back to the house where we had lunch and I cut the grass while Brenda swept the light tower.

It was about 1600 and I had just finished mowing and putting the mower away when I noticed some people around the house. The students had changed their plans and showed up early, so Brenda opened the store and museum and I got ready to give the lighthouse tour. This was the second half of the class from Maine’s Senior College in Augusta, Maine. Again, there were twenty-seven students that made the trip.

The mission of the University of Maine at Augusta Senior College (UMASC) is to provide intellectually stimulating learning opportunities and special activities for persons 50 years of age and older and their spouses and partners (members' spouses and/or partners do not have to be over 50). Participants are encouraged not only to become members and register for the courses, but also to join in the effort to plan for the future as UMASC evolves and expands to meet the interests of the community. UMASC operates in partnership with The University of Maine at Augusta that hosts UMASC on its campus.

This is the course these folks are attending.

EXPLORING MAINE'S SOUTHERN LIGHTHOUSES
Instructor: Duane Prugh
Thursdays, 8+ weeks, 4/9-5/28, early am

Sponsored by UMA Senior College, this is an exchange course welcoming members of other Maine Senior Colleges. Learn about the primary purpose of these long-standing sentinels of Maine's past, the amazing characteristics of these lights and giant lenses, and the dedicated men and women who fought against the perils of weather and loneliness to tend the lights. The course will consist of (2) 2-hour lectures and (8 or more) field trips to at least 28 Maine's coastal lighthouses and museums. The final field trip will be an evening/night boat ride out to Seguin Island Light and the Kennebec River. Attendance at all field trips is NOT mandatory. We will utilize car-pooling. The cost of lunches, museums, lighthouses, and boat trips will be paid by the participants. Textbook provided.

Once again, stories were exchanged and all of us learned a lot. All of these folks are senior citizens that are interested in extended learning opportunities. The eldest on this trip is 88 years old, and she was as spry as anyone else.

Getting back aboard was easier this evening. All were picked up from the beach without incident and the rain held off.


Wednesday, June 17

Nice warm day and time for cutting and weed whacking.

Both Brenda and I worked on the main trail from the cove to the lighthouse. We were expecting a large group of senior citizens to tour the lighthouse and see the sunset so we wanted things to look good and be safe. While I finished the trail Brenda got the push mower out of the engine house and cut the camping and engine house grass.

Brenda returned to the lighthouse while I went down to the beach and cleaned things up. Brenda sent lunch down to me via the tram and I enjoyed the chair on the dock for a while. The waves were rolling in at about two feet. I saw them crashing on Ellingwood Rock and the spay shooting up about six feet. Looking up in the sky were no less than six contrails and in the water were a couple of families of scoter ducks. These are diving ducks that feed on small shellfish, marine plants and insects. I watched the adults and their young dive down for about thirty seconds and then pop up again.

At 1800 the group of senior students arrived in the cove. The tide was coming in but the crew from Captain Tom Ring’s “American Seal” got them all ashore in good fashion. Some wet shoes and pants but not too bad. After a short talk in front of the engine house we made our way up the trail to the lighthouse. There were twenty-seven students in this group. The second half of the class is due to come tomorrow. We talked some more about the light, the island and life.

Then it was up the tower. The learning was mutual. I learned a lot from these folks about Maine, lighthouses, the Senior College and all things nautical and interesting. I shared some things with them that they did not know about the lighthouse and Seguin. A great exchange of information. Most of them visited the museum and gift shop and a generous donation was collected.

Getting them back out to the boat was a challenge. The tide was rising and the swell in the cove substantial. Initially we tried using the ways, but that didn’t work out. So, it was back to a beach landing. Again, there were some wet feet and legs, but all got aboard safely and I watched the boat leave to continue its journey up the Kennebec.


Tuesday, June 16

While the day dawned on the foggy side, it soon lifted. By the end of the day we enjoyed a beautiful sunset.

Since this was our day ashore, we were up early to meet Ethan at 0700 on the beach. Then it was in to Percy’s for breakfast. I have been getting the blueberry pancakes every week and they are GREAT! Come to find out that Dave Percy is also a retired park ranger… just like me. Dave retired from the State of Maine after thirty years of service. He is the owner and operator of the store along with his wife Tracy.

Then it was off to do our day ashore stuff, the post office, Laundromat, FOSI office, the bank, etc. This was a longer than normal day ashore. We made arrangements to meet back at the dock at 1800. This allowed us some extra time and we stopped at the Cooks Corner Mall and checked out Big Lots, Staples and some other stores. Then off to Walmart for groceries and other stuff. Since we had some extra time we took a ride to Sebasco, Small Point and Popham State Park.

Here is some info on the importance of Popham and the ill fated Popham Colony.

The English settlement of New England started off over 400 years ago on a modest headland behind Jane Stevens's house, overlooking the lower reaches of Maine's Kennebec River.

Mainers, unlike most Americans, have long known of the existence of the 1607 Popham Colony, which predated Plymouth, Mass., by 13 years, and began just a few months after Jamestown in Virginia. Had things gone a little differently, it is said in these parts, generations of schoolchildren would have learned about Popham Beach, not Plymouth Rock. Even the 400th anniversary celebrations, were a much lower-key affair than those for sister colony Jamestown.

"Many people in Virginia try to ignore it because it takes away from Jamestown as a singular moment, while in New England there's been a long rivalry between Popham and Plymouth," says historian Emerson Baker of Salem State College in Salem, Mass. "In America, we have always rewarded the winners and, for better or worse, Plymouth and Jamestown were the winners."

Popham and Jamestown were rivals from the start, having been simultaneously organized by competing English corporations whose leaders had previously been business partners in financing early exploratory missions to the New World.

Two ships carrying 125 people arrived at Popham Beach in what is now Phippsburg, Maine, on Aug. 19, 1607, just three months after the foundation of Jamestown. They built a fortified village, at least a dozen cabins, a storehouse, chapel, and a modest sailing vessel, the Virginia, the first European vessel built in what is now the United States.

But when spring came, the colonists loaded their goods aboard the Virginia and a supply ship and sailed back to England, abandoning the settlement. Their leader, George Popham, had died during the winter, while his successor, Raleigh Gilbert, had offended the colonists' native American neighbors, possibly triggering some sort of fight within the fort. Morale collapsed, taking the colonial project with it.

Ms. Stevens suspects winter cold had a lot to do with the failure: The colonists had picked a terrible spot. In August, the fort site is a snug enough place, protected from ocean storms by a hill and sandy spit, she explains. But in the fall the winds shift to the north, howling straight down the river and smack into the exposed headland. "It was probably a nice calm summer day when they decided to set up housekeeping there," she says. "I can guarantee you that in winter, that's the coldest spot south of Greenland."

Indeed, Sir Ferdinando Gorges, one of the colony's chief investors, concluded the Maine coast was "over cold and [therefore] not inhabitable by our nation." The colony's buildings fell or burned down as Sir Gorges and his partners focused their subsequent efforts on island fishing stations and, ultimately, settlements at Plymouth and the southern Maine coast. Soon its location and historical contribution were forgotten.

Rediscovering Popham

In the second half of the 19th century, Maine-based historians rediscovered the Popham episode and embraced it as an affirmation of the state's importance in the development of New England.

"The 250th anniversary celebrations sparked a quarter century of controversy between Maine and Massachusetts," says Phippsburg historian John Bradford, a seventh great-grandson of Pilgrim leader William Bradford. "There was a lot of correspondence back and forth in the newspapers about the merits of Popham versus the Pilgrims. Some people preferred to believe that the Popham Colony was just a story."

But the colony's stature has grown in recent years, following archaeologists' discovery of the remains of the walled settlement in Stevens's backyard. "There's no question that this is one of the foremost historical sites in the country," says Jeffrey Brain of the Peabody Essex Museum in Salem, Mass., the archaeologist who headed the 1994-2004 dig at the site. "A lot of the lessons learned at Popham enabled the Pilgrims to survive, so it was crucial to the foundation of English America."

Indeed, by the time the Pilgrims arrived, Gorges had set up several year-round fishing stations on the Maine coast, possibly hiring men who had served at Popham Beach.

When the Pilgrims were starving in the spring of 1622, they sent a ship to the Damariscove Island station, whose fishermen gave them enough cod to survive. But while the date of the Mayflower's arrival at Plymouth became part of America's historical mythology, the date of Damariscove's settlement was lost and forgotten.

"The Popham colony awakened English people to the possibility of settling New England," Mr. Baker says. "It really triggered the foundation of these fishing stations, which were vital to support permanent settlements like Plymouth."

Festivity parity

In May 2007, "America's 400th Anniversary" celebration in Virginia drew Queen Elizabeth II, President Bush, and more than 65,000 visitors. By contrast, Phippsburg will be having "a nice little hometown commemoration," according to volunteer organizer Bill Perkins, a retired high school football coach.

"We've invited a bunch of dignitaries to come, but so far they haven't committed, and our requests to get a military band to perform have fallen on deaf ears," says Mr. Perkins, who adds that it's probably just as well. "We're just a little town on a little peninsula and we truly can't sustain a huge celebration without overwhelming the town."

Another group had hoped to build a replica of the Virginia to serve as the centerpiece of the festivities, but have had trouble raising funds for the 50-foot vessel's construction in time. "Boatbuilders recognize the Virginia as the beginning of their industry, but I'm not sure historians give it its due," says Susan McChesney, director of Maine's First Ship in Bath, Maine.

She notes that the Virginia later served as a resupply ship for Jamestown.

Ironically, Ms. McChesney says, replicas of the two much larger vessels that participated in the Jamestown 400th – the Godspeed and Discovery – were both built in Maine in 2005 and 2006.

Mr. Brain says that Jamestown and Popham were part of the same event, the first serious English effort to colonize North America. "One colony failed and one succeeded, but they should be considered two sides of the same coin," he says.

Once back at the dock we stopped by the lobster pound at Uncle Berts. We picked out two lobsters from the trap and we were on our way back to Seguin. Two of Ethan’s co-workers joined us on the trip. They helped us unload the boat and then took a tour of the lighthouse.

Back at the quarters Brenda steamed up the lobsters and we had our third lobster dinner. Superb!

Monday, June 15, 2009

Monday, June 15

Day dawned foggier than yesterday but at least it wasn’t raining. I went down to the cove to clean the beach and also nail loose boards on the tram. Then I worked on cleaning the boat house, which will take a few days. I watched the seagulls flying around and heard but did not see the osprey.

While in the boat house I noticed something on the deck out front. It was the same thing I saw in the cellar the other day. I went outside and said “Hello” again. He turned toward me and said “Hi’ya”. I told him who I was and what we were doing on the island. He said “I know”. I could tell this was a person of few words. I asked him who he was and he said “Lawrence de Esuom” and that he had been here for a long time. I noticed that there was no boat in the cove so I asked him how he got here. He replied “Been here a while, don’t need no boat” and then “Hav ‘ta go now” and he disappeared.

Needless to say, I was speechless. What else could I do but go back to work? Maybe we’ll meet up again sometime.

It seems like this is the appropriate time to relate the following from the book “Ghosts of New England Lighthouses”

THE GHOST AT SEQUIN LIGHT STATION

Sequin Island Light Station dates back to 1795. It became one of Maine’s most important light stations as a result of the heavy schooner traffic going up and down the Kennebec and Sheepscott Rivers. It is also one of the oldest light stations along the coast and one of the tallest. Its tower rises 188 feet above sea level and it has the distinction of being at the foggiest location of all coastal lighthouses. The fog horn is activated about 68 days per year.

The island of Sequin is about ½ mile long and from the air the land mass looks like a large turtle. The coves resemble the paws and the head. Its name Sequin is derived from an Indian term meaning to discharge. A once wooded island, now barren the setting is all here for a haunting.

The first question is what is a haunting or what is a ghost? The answer is nobody knows. No one has ever been able to sit a ghost down and ask questions of it. No one can predict exactly when a ghost will appear and it is almost next to impossible to photograph one. But we do know ghosts appear, are seen, are heard, can be felt and can be smelled.

The history of Ghosts is almost as old as the history of man. Ghosts have always been a giant puzzle. Ghosts usually inhabitant the place where they died. A modern day theory ties them into an energy source that is left behind at the time of death. Death usually occurred by violent means, a suicide, murder, violence, drowning, or some weird accident. It now seems the aura or a form of electric repulsion remains behind and this charge can be picked up on later by a sensitive person, someone who has tuned into the frequency. This energy source now appears as a ghost or a thought projection in the sensitive persons mind, almost like turning on a T.V.

As kids we all remember large vacant mansions with windows and doors falling off. These were excellent places for ghostly haunts. Many of these haunts were near abandoned graveyards and this is where the ghost stories were imagined. We could tune in on rushing wind, creaking blinds, bangs, groans, slams and whatever else we wanted to hear. As the imagination took over it became a trial of strength and endurance as to how long we would stay. Most of us were on the run long before we became possessed. This is how a lot of people still look at ghosts, but the sane and sound people who have had a ghostly experience know much differently.

Sequin Lighthouse Station is one of the coastal light stations that have reports of ghostly haunting. A ghost or ghosts still roam the island and have made visits, and have been seen and heard many times over by various keepers of the Light.

Folklore and legend tell of a reported suicide and murder on the island in the mid 1800’s. Supposedly a keeper had killed his wife and himself. The death was extremely violent as an ax had been used to destroy both he and his mate.

The suicide murder had taken place because it seems his wife played the same tune on a piano, over and over, sometimes for hours without a break. The poor captain’s normal everyday pace went haywire. His sanity turned to insanity as his fine tuning snapped. He destroyed the piano, his wife, and himself with his ax. It has been reported by passing ships that on quiet nights that same monotonous tune can be heard trickling over the still waves. Does he or his wife still roam the island?

You may think this is farfetched, but let’s go one step further. In the early 1970’s and 1980’s a team of Coast Guard personnel occupied the island. From talking to these different occupants I have found some interesting stories. One Boatswain mate tells of several encounters. The ghost or Old Captain as he is referred to makes himself right at home. He has been sighted many times climbing the narrow, winding, spiral, iron stairway leading up to the tower.

Could the old man, slickers and all, be still trying to service the light? The old captain has been seen standing behind one of the keepers as a checker game was underway. The sound of a bouncing ball, similar to a basketball has been heard coming from the upstairs bedroom. When an investigation took place nothing could be found. Cold spots have brushed by some of the men when they have been polishing brass or doing other maintenance work. Pea jackets have been misplaced for no reason at all and then reappear later in the same area they were found missing from.

The keepers I have talked to have also sighted a young girl running up and down the stairs. She has waved to the men on several occasions and some have heard her laughter. It has been reported a young girl had died on the island and her parents had buried her near the generator house. It is very possible we have two apparitions on the island, the old captain and the little girl.

A very interesting area on this island is the land mass between the Lighthouse and the fog horn. Sequin has one of the most powerful fog horns of any lighthouse along the coast. The horn was located on the highest point of rock on the island which is several hundred feet away from the main lighthouse structure itself. The horn is so powerful it is said its volume has knocked close flying sea gulls right out of the air. The intensity of fog in this area is the reason for such a powerful sound.

Both the old captain and the little girl have been sighted in this area and all kinds of sounds from groans to laughter seem to be prevalent here. In this area many haunting seem to take place.

Sequin is one of the more difficult lighthouses to visit. The entrance to the main living quarters is via a trolley track ramp. The dory is hauled up the ramp the boathouse and the passengers walk up a narrow wooden way next to the tracks. The dory is pulled up to the boathouse by a donkey motor. From the boathouse to the main house one has to walk over a long wooden walkway such as would be found along slick river beds or sides of mountains.

A very interesting encounter with the ghost occurred in 1985. As the light station was being prepared for automation, the warrant officer in charge of the activities experienced an encounter with the ghost of the Old Captain. All items in the house were being packed for shipment to the mainland. The work crew had retired for the evening and everyone was in bed asleep when the warrant officer was awakened by the shaking of his bed. The apparition in his oil skins was standing at the end of the bed shouting in pathetic tones, “Don’t take the furniture”, “please leave my house along”.

The warrant officer bolted out of bed and ran to the next room. The next day when the furniture items were loaded in the dory on the skid he gave the order to start up the donkey engine and proceed to lower the dory slowly down the track to the ocean 200 feet below. The warrant officer reported that the donkey motor stopped cold, the chain holding the dory broke and the loaded boat went down the track full speed, hit the ocean and sank under the impact; furniture and all were lost.

He claims the Old Captain had a hand in the unusual event. Never before had an event like this taken place, and according to all odds it was impossibility. Is the Old Captain still on the island? Does the little girl still roam at will? Do the two of them still float between the cracks in the lighthouse wall, and can you still hear their groans and laughter especially on those cold misty nights? Who or what are they searching for? The next time you pass the Island of Sequin, let your mind wander and you may find your thoughts will send shivers down your spine.

Well, what do YOU think?

Maybe I shouldn’t relate these happenings, I don’t know. I just write what I experience. I hope this does not discourage those visitors we expect. Oh boy, how am I going to explain this to Mister Wesley?

Sunday, June 14

Flag Day and Happy Birthday to Brenda’s sister, Janet!

Today was a “take it easy” day. It was raining most of the day, foggy and in the low fifties.

For the most part we stayed inside. We watched the movie “Twilight”. It was pretty good.

I spent some time in the shop working on a frame for a chart and trying to figure out why the table saw will not come on. No success so far.

Then it was on to furniture repair on the rocker in the house. Fixed it so now it is comfortable to sit in.

Talked to our grandson, Wesley, today and I made the mistake of telling him about some ghosts. When I mentioned it he got silent and his dad said “Don’t go there, or he’ll be scared when we visit.” So we started talking about ice cream. Can’t wait to have some visitors!

Sunday, June 14, 2009


Saturday, June 13

Beautiful, sunny, warm day. I got in the water this afternoon to help launch the inflatable. It was cold, but not unbearable. Actually made my feet feel good!

The sun is rising early now, a few minutes before 0500. The pre dawn light woke me up and I got my camera to capture the sunrise.

Ethan showed up around 0800 to start taking the students back to the mainland. They get one day ashore and then back to another island on Monday. It took three trips to get all of them and their stuff back to the mainland. I believe they had a good time this week but I know they were ready to take a shower and get cleaned up.

Ethan came back at 1300 with his girlfriend and some FOSI members, On Island Committee Chair Cyndy Carney, FOSI Office Manager Connie Burt and her friend from Florida, FOSI Vice President Dee Perry and her granddaughter (I think). They all journeyed to the lighthouse, took a tour, saw what we are doing to the place, provided extra interesting facts, gave some instruction on the clivus multrum toilet and spoke to Brenda about writing up a welcome book for visitors that may be utilizing the guest quarters in the future. They shoved off at 1600 and said they enjoyed their time here. We invited them back to spend more time, maybe even a night in the house.

During the day we had a number of guests. I think around twelve showed up. Some were on sailboats, others on power boats and one group was in an inflatable. Tours were given to all. They enjoyed the trails, the picnic tables and the warm sun.

Last night Brenda accused me of turning a light on and off a couple of times. This is a small bedside lamp with a turnkey switch. The light is in the second bedroom, the one we are not using. She would turn it on and a little while later she noticed it off. This happened a couple of times. Then she turned it off when she went to sleep and she awoke in the middle of the night to find it on. It wasn’t me! Let’s see what develops.

Friday, June 12

Friday morning we awoke to a hard rain. Eventually the rain cleared out and the sun warmed things up by afternoon. I put a barrel under the rainspout in front of the house and now it is full. We have over thirty gallons of rain water on hand!

Brenda was again busy on the second floor cleaning and rearranging the bedrooms. Then she worked in the museum and store. She is still under the weather.

I spent most of the day in the shop cleaning and organizing, so I can find something if I need it. Stacking lumber, hooking up bench lights, sorting and arranging tools and more. This will take a while but at least I will know what is there and where it is.

I checked with the geology students later in the day. They were appreciative of being able to use the boat house, particularly with the inclement weather. Many were soaking up the sun and one was in the water. He was having a great time and yelling at the others to join him. Turned out he was the only polar bear in the group. They told me that they got a lot of good data, talking of folding and gps mapping to the centimeter. Here is my explanation of what I was told in layman’s terms.

It’s analogous to an auto accident, where two vehicles collide. In order to reconstruct the accident, investigators measure skid marks, distances, road conditions, weather and any number of factors to determine exactly what happened. Now, think about a HUGE accident, continents colliding on a grandiose scale over millions of years. Like the auto accident, this collision leaves many clues, traces of what happened, geologic strata, rocks folding, striations, upheavals and so forth. It is these clues that the geology students are searching for. By taking precise measurements, looking at the rock formations, determining the types of rocks and minerals and using mathematic formulas and scientific calculations they can determine the forces that created the continents. How long ago did it happen? How much force was exerted? How deep does the fault lie? Why did it happen here? …and many more. That is my best description of their continuing work at Seguin.

About 1600 I spotted the US Navy destroyer on the horizon. It was heading our way after a few days of sea trials. I watched it for about forty-five minutes. It was a grand sight and clear evidence of where at least some of our tax dollars go. It headed back up the Kennebec to Bath Iron Works for final fitment.

Thursday, June 11

Thursday was a partly cloudy day that we spent cleaning and painting.

We carried an old bureau we found in the oil house to the shop. Brenda has grandiose ideas of refinishing it with a coat of shellac or something. Just sounds like more work to me. Now she tells me she wants to do this to ALL the wood furniture. We’ll see how that goes. Even though she is not feeling great she is making plans to do more. She has a cold and a cough that she needs to take care of.

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Wednesday, June 10

Foggy, misty and cool morning.

I worked on the mowers and began cleaning the shop. Brenda was preparing the living room for paint. She scraped old paint off the molding, patched and filled holes in the wall and then caulked. She was a little under the weather today with a head cold… and probably trying to do too much.

Last night I woke up in the middle of the night and looked out the window. Fog had rolled in and we were in a cloud, but the neatest thing was going on outside the window. It looked like we were covered by an umbrella where the frame of the umbrella was created by the light. This “framework” created a canopy of light and fog. Not something you see every day. I was tempted to wake Brenda and show it to her, but she was snoring, something she will deny in the morning.

The weather was not conducive to mowing grass, so I got a reprieve from that today.

Oh yes, almost forgot. I also got involved in the cellar of the house today. My intention was to sweep, clean and get rid of some of the junk down there. While I was working on this I felt some “eyes” on me. You know, that feeling you get when you know someone or something is looking at you, but you can’t see it. So, I quickly turned to my left and saw him. Our eyes locked and I said “Hi, who are you.” No response. So we just stared at each other, not saying anything. I tuned away for an instant to pay attention to another sound and when I looked back, he was gone.

Seems like an appropriate time for this excerpt from “The Ghosts of New England Lighthouses” by William O. Thompson:

“New England sailors found their compass in the sky, stars that would guide them over the deep seas, and through the superhighways of yesterday. The true sailor knew that once the lanes ended and the port of destination loomed on the horizon, the unmarked waters of the approaching harbors could spell disaster. This is where the humble but stately lighthouses took over; these beautiful but solitary guardians were beacons of hope. The ships crew would watch for those beacons and strain all ears for those tunes, the sound of the bells and horns, the sounds of faith penetrating through fog, snow, sleet, rain, and total darkness, calling to them and pointing the way for safe passage.

Many of these towers were perched on high granite ledges, impossible to construct, but here they stood. They were beacons of hope. The whale oil, lard oil or fish oil, was burning brightly in their lamps. The keepers and their families had a never ending vigil watching over the towers and bells. Their devotions gave the seamen a trust and security. As the ships sailed by, all knew they were now free from danger.

The keepers and families who lived on these little remote outposts had personalities of steel. They lived lives of hardship, loneliness, and were in constant danger. These families never bent, never gave in, and there some of them died, victims of a tragic event, an unusual calamity or misfortune, or a distressful disaster. Here also is where perhaps the dead victims spirit still lives, his or her apparition staying on, remaining at the lightstation at this particular location for his or her own personal reason. Their ghosts have been seen and felt, their presence is known.

There are several New England Light Stations that report hauntings. Strange and unusual events occur, some good and some bad. Such a Light Station is Seguin Light. A ghost or spirit has been felt and seen here many times over.”

Tuesday, June 9, 2009







Tuesday, June 9

What a day! Spearchuckers, family meetings, whales, destroyers, lobsters and Big Al’s.

Where to begin? Well, let’s start with meeting Ethan at 0700 on the beach for our ride in. The day was overcast and damp but the rain held off during the half hour trip to shore. After unloading the boat and loading the truck it was off to Percy’s for breakfast. It was crowded today. The Percy’s get together every Tuesday morning for breakfast, usually at someone’s home, but today was different. Being the first Tuesday of the month the family celebrates all the birthdays during that month with a special get together. That get together was too big to have at home so they had it at the store. Blueberry pies, cream pies, poppy seed cake, apple pie and a lot of other sweet stuff was on the table, and, of course, we were invited to partake. We met some more of the family and we feel we have been accepted as one of them. Fine, genuine people who have opened their hearts to us.

We also heard a story about Maine’s version of “spearchuckers”. Now, please don’t be offended, this is not meant as a racial slur or epitaph. Let me explain. It seems the art of spear fishing is alive and well in mid-coast Maine. A few boats are specially outfitted with bow pulpits and other gear that allow spear fishing for tuna. Once a tuna is sighted, the “spearchucker” races to the bow pulpit and tracks the tuna. Now, keep in mind these fish are three hundred pounds or larger. They swim a few feet under the surface showing just a ripple on the top. So, relatively calm water is important. Anyway, back to the hunt. The spearchucker is in the pulpit waiting to spear the tuna; both he and the boat operator are looking desperately for that ripple. Once sighted the race is on. Sometimes the spearchuckers get lucky, most of the time the tuna wins.

Oh well, then it was off to Big Al’s. Big Al’s was advertised in one of the tourist books we picked up. The ad made it sound like an interesting place to shop, with all the “odd and unique” items you could ever want. Well, we went to Big Al’s …..for about ten minutes. In our opinion it was a big expensive “dollar store”. I doubt we will return to Big Al’s.

A quick trip to the FOSI office to re-supply and talk with Connie. And a quick stop at the library where they set us up with a free account (out of town people are usually charged forty dollars for a library card). I picked up a few books written by local people. “The Yard” by Michael S Sanders describes the building of a destroyer at the Bath Iron Works, and “Arundel” by Kenneth Roberts first published in 1930. “Arundel” is an historical novel detailing Colonel Benedict Arnold’s doomed march on Quebec in 1775. Arnold travelled up the Kennebec River and through the North Woods in his attempt to reach Quebec.

Back at the dock at 1500 to meet Ethan we ran into a crowd of people. We had heard that a new destroyer was making its’ way down from Bath for sea trials, but this was to happen around 1400 hours. Whenever a new ship is launched it is a big deal. This only happens two or three times a year. The ship has a military escort down the river; sailors are “turned out” on deck while the ship majestically makes its passage to the sea. Bath is known as the “City of Ships”. Rumor has it that during WWII the Bath Iron Works (BIW) turned our more ships than the entire Japanese Nation. BIW averaged one ship every eighteen days! A few years ago it looked like the end was in sight for BIW as the US Navy awarded the destroyer contract to a shipyard in Biloxi, Mississippi. Then the hurricane hit and wiped out the Mississippi facility. The Navy, in its infinite wisdom, had second thoughts about having a major fabrication plant in a hurricane prone area….. and BIW was again awarded the contract. BIW is the major employer in this area and its closure would have had major economic repercussions.

So, back to my story. There we were sitting at the dock and what should appear… a brand new DDG 51 Arleigh Burke Class US Navy Destroyer. After picking up our weekly supply of lobsters, Ethan waited just off Pond Island so we could watch the ship pass. They will not let you get very close, but what a sight to behold. The newest destroyer in the Navy passing right in front of our eyes. Unfortunately I did not have my camera with me but Ethan had his and I hope to get some pictures from him. BIW is contracted to build one more of this class of destroyer and then they tool up for the futuristic Admiral Zumwalt Class DDG 1000.

Then, on the way out we spot something LARGE in the water. We happened upon a humpback whale. We followed it for a while, at a distance. After all we are in a twenty one foot boat and the whale was a LOT bigger. The whale surfaced a few times and we saw the large tail as it dove searching for food. Unbelievable experience, words cannot do justice to what we saw.

Ethan said that seeing a humpback in these waters is really rare. Apparently they don’t normally come in this far. But, today was the day, and we saw it!

Now I’m sitting back writing today’s entry after feasting on lobster.

Life is good!

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