Breathtaking in Any Weather
On Thursday afternoon I was working at my desk, looking out at the absolutely stunning late-summer sky and thinking how great it was going to be to get out there at the end of the day, when one of the other editors sent me an email. It said: Want to go sailing this evening? That was at 3:29, and of course I said heck yes. An hour later (we took off work a little bit early), we met up at the public landing in Camden Harbor amidst the wonderful hubub. Sitting in the dingy, rowing out to the mooring, the sky was still that amazing luminous light blue, but out around the island a light veil of fog had started to settle, wrapping in and out between the bits of land.
I trailed my fingers in the water. I watched the commotion of the shore slowly fall behind, and soon we reached the boat and set sail. And as we head out into the harbor, the islands that were so vivid when we'd left shore were starting to fade away. By the time we'd been out an hour they were gone, the fog had taken them, and slowly it crept around us, seemingly avoiding us, leaving us in perfect sunshine, and began to hide the mainland as well.
Before my eyes the world had shed any trace of the land. We sailed for a while after that, enjoying the fog, and when we'd decided to call it a night, the fog had crowded in around us and taken everything but one hundred feet of ocean in any direction. It was eerie and fantastic.
As we sailed back to the mooring, counting on the GPS (and of course on the extreme prowess of the captain) to get us where we needed to go I couldn't help but thinking that in any weather - snow, fog, sunshine, rain - Maine has a way of remaining breathtakingly beautiful. I took this picture around 7:15 when we were tied back up and about to head back to land.
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