Every morning begins the same. Tim usually awakens first in our pristine bedroom. The view is beautiful out the window looking south to Mile Buoy. He gets up and makes coffee.
Night time is another story. There is a spontaneous appearance of moths. This happens regardless of whether we open or shut doors and windows. Come morning, they disappear as quickly as they arrived. And it’s pristine once again.
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We don’t have TV or very reliable internet so I often listen to the VHF radio. We stay tuned to a local channel where fisherman chatter. Sometimes they gossip or whine. The discussions run the gamut. The hard part is trying to understand their accents.
They talk about how the their traps are doing, the price of bait and what they had for dinner. One guy lamented that he went to a local restaurant and ate haddock but should have ordered the shrimp. Yesterday there was a political rant about centralized bait fisheries.
Boaters hail one another on the radio. The other day I heard, “Temerity, Temerity, this is Audacity”. How did they start hanging out together? Was it because they share a certain boldness. The variations are endless. The mind runs wild.
Of course I forgot that we use Ground Control and Major Tim ourselves on the radio.
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We played hooky today and went fishing – for tuna! They also played hooky today but we caught a ton of mackeral, red fish, cunners, sea robin and bluefish. I saw more fish than ever before and pulled in two at a time – and got them off the hook myself. This is good training for Tasmania. Tim had the big rod and was hauling in four at a time. A good time was had by all. The gulls especially loved our chum.
My long johns and foulies came in handy. It was clear and windy. We could see Mt. Washington to the northwest.
We worked on a joint venture yesterday. The sign in the cove, warning boaters not to drop anchor because of the electric cable, had pulled loose and was hanging by a thread.
It was challenging to repair (at least for us) because it was hung on a deck rail with all sorts of angles, slopes and corners. Tim devised a super structure to even it a bit. We brought down a level – all the work was done 1/4 mile from where the tools are kept – but never used it because the board would only fit one way. When we were done, I checked with the level and behold, we couldn’t have made it this even if we tried.
Not much action yesterday. Skies were grey, temperature was cool and there was an east wind, which brought no visitors. I continued knitting my second mitten and then went to town on the south trail. This is where I first learned the art of creative weed whacking-horizontal, vertical and even a hedge trimmer. I used titanium string but wasn’t too impressed with it and went through it before I completed the trail.
It’s funny because when we were last here, I adopted the south trail and Tim, the north. And so it remains. He finished opening up the north trail yesterday. We have to fill a gianormous hole at the beginning of the south trail where you could lose a small child.
Sunset was brief but beautiful.
Tim has wanted to use his Captain’s license all summer. Yesterday he got to use his towing endorsement skills when Jim Bennet stopped by to visit. They hauled a huge log to Jim’s boat and then he took it further ashore.
The weather has been cool and we are happy to have electricity and the vintage USCG heater in the morning and evenings. Pretty soon, I will be wearing all my clothes at once.
We had 3 visitors. One adult was last here when he was 11 and took photos of the same views he had from that trip.
I finished clearing brush off the top of the tram. Time to return below. We are figuring out how to rehang the 8 foot sign at the cove, which advises boaters they can’t anchor there because of the electricity cable. Right now, it is dangling by one screw.
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Yesterday was filled with wildlife and work. Loki joined me on at least 3 trips down to the cove. There was a baby seal languishing in the seaweed at low tide. Unfortunately, I can only upload phone shots at the moment and it looks like a Where’s Waldo photo with the seal camouflaged among the rocks. Photos to follow.
I was using hand loppers from the tram to clear the branches next to it. Hand tools to enjoy the sounds of the sea – not. Shirley and Loki followed me but then were making a racket followed by a whoosh. The local seagull in residence had followed us down the tram. Tim had tried to lure it down earlier, with dog food and words like, “come on, you know this tastes good” but it turned around midway. I took the opportunity and walked behind it and encouraged it down the tram, onto the boat house deck and into the water where it belongs. It immediately began bobbing its head and eating. Then it took off and flew from the water to another part of the cove.
Later, I made a hummingbird feeder, ala Andre (Dr. Dre), from an old water bottle and the case from the weed whacker string. We will see.
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What a great day. It was cool (I am thinking of breaking out my new long johns) and Tim and I worked on trails. He broadened the north trail and I used the weed whoacker to clear the brush under the tram, under the stairs from the beach and boat house. I stopped when I could no longer stand up straight. Oh my aching back. I love it. Productive exercise. More of the same tomorrow.
Tim wrote a narrative for the visitors. We can’t print photos so I added our new picture, which Tim labeled, Wolf Woman and Rock Hudson. We walked the trails: north, cove and cobblestone. I climbed the steep lighthouse path at least 4 times.
We had a boatload of people from Small Point who plied us with cookies and snacks. They haved lived there for 30 years and this was their first trip to Seguin. They donated money (and food) and promised to return.
We had news today from a couple we met here in 2008. They were cruising offshore near Tahiti when she had a stroke. He had to sail for 13 hours with her to meet EMT’s. She was in a coma for at least a week with a grim prognosis for most of that time. She beat all the odds, with a strong determination, and is now in rehab, walking and playing the piano. Her only wish is to get back on the boat. I remember meeting her here when she was foraging and had to be dissuaded from eating our marigolds.
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What a great day. It was cool (I am thinking of breaking out my new long johns) and Tim and I worked on trails. He broadened the north trail and I used the weed whoacker to clear the brush under the tram, under the stairs from the beach and boat house. I stopped when I could no longer stand up straight. Oh my aching back. I love it. Productive exercise. More of the same tomorrow.
Tim wrote a narrative for the visitors. We can’t print photos so I added our new picture, which Tim labeled, Wolf Woman and Rock Hudson. We walked the trails: north, cove and cobblestone. I climbed the steep lighthouse path at least 4 times.
We had a boatload of people from Small Point who plied us with cookies and snacks. They haved lived there for 30 years and this was their first trip to Seguin. They donated money (and food) and promised to return.
We had news today from a couple we met here in 2008. They were cruising offshore near Tahiti when she had a stroke. He had to sail for 13 hours with her to meet EMT’s. She was in a coma for at least a week with a grim prognosis for most of that time. She beat all the odds, with a strong determination, and is now in rehab, walking and playing the piano. Her only wish is to get back on the boat. I remember meeting her here when she was foraging and had to be dissuaded from eating our marigolds.
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We have settled in back at Seguin. The keeper’s house has been painted and spruced up inside since the last time we were here and looks very homey. That gives us a chance to work on the grounds.
It’s like returning to a furnished apartment where all the same things are here just arranged a little differently. The views remain the same and are spectaculor.
We had 3 sets of visitors, a power boat family, a cruising couple and a group brought out by the Seguin Ferry, which included a green builder from the Adirondacks. He looked fine to me and we got his card.
We celebrated our anniversary yesterday and I surprised Tim with a new duct tape wallet. He took me sailing last week.
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Island and North Country Life 