Constantly flowing - rising and falling (10+feet) - this near endless coast is under constant change.
We stumbled into Dix Island Harbor which is not the popular (with cruisers), Dix Island anchorage, just to the west. We could have gone farther in but this spot just off 'The Neck' seemed perfect so we dropped the hook (and a pin) for the night.
We could see the mast heads of two sailboats off Dix Island. We saw one small lobster boat working traps nearby. We rowed to Dix and a few surrounding islands and did some beach combing in the afternoon. A bit of a current runs through here, rare for us anchoring, but it was manageable. At dusk I took a row around with the camera.
I'd heard of Andrews Island, but I've yet to get near it or go on it.
'The Neck', a small island off Andrews, had a few modest houses on shore. They looked like fisherman's camps. Mostly a place to store gear and work the season. These outposts, likely generational legacies, can be quite spare.
I rowed closer to what looked like an abandoned house with screen porch and noticed a man sitting quietly inside the dark porch, watching the last of the sun set.
He must have heard my oarlocks because he slowly turned his head my way. I gave a friendly wave. After a long look (and no response), he turned his head back to the sunset. Fair enough, I left him alone.
The dog and I silently slid by this nearby house. It looked years vacant, but who knows.
We landed on a nearby unnamed island and went ashore. Not a perfect 10 anchorage (the current) but we hardly scratched the surface of this mix of islands and waterway that I wasn't aware of (I live 10 miles away).
We stumbled into Dix Island Harbor which is not the popular (with cruisers), Dix Island anchorage, just to the west. We could have gone farther in but this spot just off 'The Neck' seemed perfect so we dropped the hook (and a pin) for the night.
We could see the mast heads of two sailboats off Dix Island. We saw one small lobster boat working traps nearby. We rowed to Dix and a few surrounding islands and did some beach combing in the afternoon. A bit of a current runs through here, rare for us anchoring, but it was manageable. At dusk I took a row around with the camera.
I'd heard of Andrews Island, but I've yet to get near it or go on it.
'The Neck', a small island off Andrews, had a few modest houses on shore. They looked like fisherman's camps. Mostly a place to store gear and work the season. These outposts, likely generational legacies, can be quite spare.
I rowed closer to what looked like an abandoned house with screen porch and noticed a man sitting quietly inside the dark porch, watching the last of the sun set.
He must have heard my oarlocks because he slowly turned his head my way. I gave a friendly wave. After a long look (and no response), he turned his head back to the sunset. Fair enough, I left him alone.
The dog and I silently slid by this nearby house. It looked years vacant, but who knows.
We landed on a nearby unnamed island and went ashore. Not a perfect 10 anchorage (the current) but we hardly scratched the surface of this mix of islands and waterway that I wasn't aware of (I live 10 miles away).