Aug 04, 2012
Aug 26, 2012
Moneghan Island has 17 miles of hiking trails and hardly any cars so it's a very relaxing place. We took the mailboat from Port Clyde and saw dolphins and seals on the way. The island itself is inhabited by artists, painters, writers and people looking for peace and quiet. We enjoy that too, but not enough to move there. We took the Ann Elizabeth back to Port Clyde in the afternoon
. On the way we saw more dolphins and Phalaropes. An impressive yacht seemed to be on collision course for a while but disappeared behind an island using another channel. It had an enormous mast, must have been 30 meters. Five sets of cross-trees and associated stays kept theat mast up. Later, at night we saw it again, moored near an island opposite our bay. Arriving at the dock, we debarked and drove to the campsite. We then had had some lobster and clams. The latter were a bit gritty. The fact that we were confronted by a BYOB sign did not much to the possibility of washing the sand down with a local brew. We drank the water and soda that was available. BYOB (Bring your own Beer/ Bottle/ Beverage/ Bordeaux/ Burgundy/ Brew/ Ballymore) is not very helpful to the unprepared. You have to be a local or you need to carry your own drinks all the time. That last thing is something we want to postpone as long as possible. We have seen too many people that carry bottles, and look shabby. And a whole liquor store in the back of the car is not good either.
The sea really is magnificent, the multitude of islands in it only emphasise the power of the waves, but when we crossed the open ocean to reach Monhegan, it was dead calm. On its surface were fields of seaweed, torn from the shores and a probable shelter for small fish and crustaceans. These weeds were inspected by Phalaropes, small waders that trot on the water and even swim to pick up the right sized sealife. Over spots, where dolphins were actively hunting for fish, Gannets plummeted into the sea, heads first, wings folded only at the last moment.