A lumpy broad reach with 4-8' swells leftover from the previous night's storms, all the while avoiding the ever present lobster pots, brings us from Tenants Harbor to Criehaven. A world apart. Nearly over the horizon; this is my fifth visit this tiny harbor. There's room for two visiting boats. We were pretty sure we had picked up the unmarked guest mooring when we arrived as we have been here three times in the past 5 summers. It's the one with the pickup wand. This was confirmed by the two women on the library porch, one teaching the other how to knit a sweater. We are immediately invited to a byob cocktail and croquet party at 4:30 pm. The folks who spend their time on this outpost make us quite welcome. There are by memory about 40 who spend their summers. Some fish, some do whatever they do.
We are in search of lobster. Four boats were expected in this evening. Four lobsters were acquired off the first boat in harbor late in the afternoon. Nothing fresher.
Life seems slow on this island. Time is measured by the rise and fall of the tide. Criehaven library has a wonderful gathering porch upon which to sit and ponder the landscape overlooking the tiny harbor. Walking paths crisscross the island leading to the airstrip, hidden coves and the island's highly recommended feature - the cemetery.
We're going to have a secure night.
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