So the Adventure Begins

     As I sat writing the blog, Beth sent a text message to tell me she thought the boat had either drifted back because of a long chain on the mooring, or we were dragging! I quickly jumped into the dingy and sped back to Doc's Holiday to see the mooring that was initially behind us, passing under the boat.
"Holy crap! We're dragging the mooring all around the bay." I exclaimed as my eyes widened and  met a sober, I told you so look, from Beth.

                                                                           

     In the fog and rain, we quickly fired up the Detroits, cleared the buoys and lobster pots and headed back to Seaview Camp Ground.  We called Basil, who met us at the dock to help us get in and tied up in a brisk North wind. (which meant another minor scratch to the hull even though we had all the bumpers out!)
      The good part is this happened during the daylight and it alerted the Chowder House that their was a problem  they could fix before any accidents occurred.
       Interestingly, even though the weather report indicated conditions would be deteriorating, as soon as we were tied up the sun came out, the wind died down, and our peeps at Basil's pub were elated that we had returned.  Yes, there were lots of quips like "Quick trip to Florida, eh Doc!"

                                                                         

                                                            Back to Seaview

                                 
      Providence, is the only way I can explain what happened next. We told our peeps that we had put a verbal offer (which was turned down) on a water front cottage near the campground. Paul and Chris Cox knew of several waterfront properties that would be coming on the market that would not likely be listed.  Chris cheerfully insisted that we leave our beer on the bar and jump in her car so she could show them to us. (no, she is not a real estate agent, just the typical friendly people that have been attracted to and settled in Eastport).
     There it was. A home on a point of land overlooking the entire bay, including the whirlpool Old Sow, and most impressively with a view of my home, Franklin Delano Roosevelt's, "Beloved Isle", Campobello. Perfect and Basil knows the owner, who may want to sell.  This we will pursue further.
                                                                           

                                               Ralphs dream home in Eastport!

   I would be remiss in not thanking Basil for helping us get back to dock. The day before he was hauling lobster traps and his leg got caught up in the rope going to the hauler. (the winch used to pull the traps aboard the boat.) Not only did it injure his leg but he broke a couple of ribs! I did not notice anything was wrong until I caught him holding his side when he was laughing.  He had pulled on lines and pushed our boat without as much as a grimace.  Bottom line....hearty, caring folks, that don't whine, want or expect sympathy.  They just do their job and enjoy what life has to offer.