A Day in the Life Aboard sv NIRVANA

August 27, 2021

“I get all the news I need on the weather report.”
–Simon & Garfunkel

Most of the memories we’ve shared about our life aboard NIRVANA are striking. However, you may wonder about the day-to-day life aboard a sailboat, which is different, because it’s a sailboat, because it’s a tiny house, and because weather is our most important source of news. For those unfamiliar, I wanted to share some of the details about our “home” (see diagram) and our daily routines.

Daybreak finds us asleep. We have yet to see the sunrise; however, depending on the harbor, we are often rocked awake by lobster boat wake as they head out early to fish. We love our v-berth, which is a great memory foam mattress shaped in a V so our feet mingle by the anchor locker at the bow, but we have king-sized width at the top. We rouse by mid-morning, choose some clothes from the shelves on either side of the V, head back to the breaker panel above the navigation station. We flick on the water pressure pump, turn off the anchor light, and take a look at the solar charger to check if the battery charge is healthy, above 13 volts. Tasha flicks on the newly repaired propane safety solenoid breaker switch, fills the red tea kettle from our 60 gallon water tank, and drops a Bengal Spice tea bag in her white tin cup. Will usually finishes his trade of the day and heads to the galley looking for food.

We eat very well. Tasha may make cottage cheese pancakes or a savory omelet with fresh foraged mushrooms. Otherwise, Will’s contribution might be soft boiled eggs and bacon with toast made with our handy stovetop “toaster” device. We pass plates and drinks through the companionway to the cockpit. We are often greeted by chattering birds, flopping seals, and sometimes strippers surrounding mackerel in a noisy feeding frenzy. Though Will has thrown a line overboard with chicken bits as bait, he has yet to catch anything. Our breakfast complete, Will usually washes the dishes in our double sink with an adjacent drying pad above our storage locker for pots and pans. Next in line in our galley is a three-burner propane stove with oven. Closest to the companionway is our fridge/freezer. Yes, we can keep ice cream! Like the locker for pots and pans, the fridge is a deep cavern under the countertop making organization critical to being able to find things. The fridge is our main energy hog and the reason we added solar panels. Most days, by 10 AM, the solar is already cranking more than 13 volts into our bank of five batteries. If we’ve had two cloudy days in a row, Will fishes out the Honda generator from the lazarette and runs it for 45 minutes to recharge the batteries. We’ve only needed to run it a handful of times. The generator might also come in handy to run an electric heater in the shoulder season.

We look on our phones at the weather reports from various sources for information on wind speed, direction, tides, rain, etc. and decide whether we have favorable wind for a new destination that day. Our sailing passages have been in the range of 10 – 20 miles, which we can do in a handful of hours. However, the wind forecasts have been so erratic that plans B, C, D, and so on are often accommodated half-way through a passage. While we can sail upwind, it’s much less efficient than all the other points of sail if we really care to get somewhere, which most of the time we don’t. Our boat is very easy to sail given its self-tacking jib and all lines leading back to the cockpit. This means that while sailing, unlike mooring, anchoring, or docking, the boat can easily be virtually single-handed. That said, there are definitely times when having two is much easier. We begin our sail by starting the engine, pulling up the anchor or letting go of the mooring line, and while one of us is steering out of the anchorage, the other is removing sail ties and loosening our halyard and reefing lines, which we tie up for the night so as not to keep us awake with their clanging above our heads on the mast. Because the jib is so small, this means the mainsail is very large and heavy, so Will usually hauls up the sails while Tasha steers into the wind, then we shut off the engine and sail away.

The boat performs well in 5 knots of wind or above. If we fall below 2 – 3 knots of boat speed, we start the engine with our sails up and motor until we find the wind again, which may or may not happen. Tasha is our intrepid navigator and has always managed to get us to our next anchorage before dusk. We’re aware that others are used to spending BOAT-bucks (Break Out Another Thousand), but we are cost-conscious boaters so tend to anchor or pick up a free mooring, rather than reserve a mooring or slip at a marina. We’ve only had to pay for overnight anchorage a handful of times. We’re also thrilled that for the price of a tablet and a $15/year subscription, we’ve upgraded our navigation system to a touchscreen, which makes it much easier to use. Typically, Tasha will plot a course, which appears as a line on the electronic chart that avoids low water, rocks, and ledges, but we always note where the red and green navigation buoys are and what they’re indicating. It’s amazing to think that massive schooners plied these waters before the rocks were known, the navigations aids were installed, and the charts were created, because there are many, many rocks and shallow areas. With the water rising and falling 11 feet every day, a boat like ours that draws four and a half feet may be able to sail a course at high tide when rocks are submerged but hit bottom at low tide.

Another major hazard of sailing in Maine waters is the ubiquitous lobster pot, a colorful floating buoy attached to a four-foot lobster trap on the bottom. Because they’re easy to snag on the rudder or propeller, we make every effort to steer around them, which means we have to be super vigilant. Depending on wind and tide and despite you best efforts, you can slide into them and get snagged. Not only that but many lobster pots are attached to another buoy with a toggle line between them that may only be several feet below the surface, so identifying pairs of connected pots is also a required skill. Alas, while we’ve avoided thousands of pots so far, we have in facts snagged and unfortunately had to cut the line of one pot and one toggle while underway, which is quite a trick. While we feel somewhat badly for the lobsterman whose trap is now lost on the bottom, we know that lobstering has been the most lucrative in 40 years, so we carry on. We’ve also learned that there’s an escape hatch on the traps so lobsters can pretty much leave when they choose.

While underway, we’ve encountered the wind changing direction and faltering as well as strong currents coming right at us that have made us change our mind mid-course about our next anchorage. Some of these have been wonderfully fortuitous as the cove we ducked into was much nicer than we expected or the guidebook might have commented on. Navigating on-the-fly requires an appreciation of which land masses will best block the wind that night so that our anchorage is not only secure but as calm as possible for sleeping. As much as we admire people like Bill Cheney and his engineless boat Penelope whose book we’ve been reading, we don’t sail up to our anchorage. Rather, with plenty of room to spare, we start the engine, drop sails, and motor until we find the best spot. One thing we learned from Belfast Harbor is that if you are not on route of lobstermen leaving early in the morning, you get to sleep much later in the morning!

Once arrived, we often row ashore in our Puffin dinghy that is tethered to the stern that we tow behind us when we sail. We pull the dinghy up alongside the boat, bail it out, if necessary, put our day pack aboard, and climb down with the assistance of a single rigid step suspended from the toe rail. No, Will has yet to install the pully system to hoist the dinghy up on the davits at the stern. We both love to row and have easily rowed a mile a more at a stretch. The Maine Island Trail Association has created beautiful trails on many uninhabited islands. We prefer the islands with the least man-made impact and love the nature and variety such that no two islands seem alike. We’ve bathed at, danced on, and photographed many of these islands and have been awestruck by both the large-scale vistas and the up-close view of the wide variety of fauna we’ve encountered. Tasha has likely prepared snacks and water, and we often carry extra clothing, which we end up not needing since it’s usually about 10 degrees hotter on land with fewer breezes. We’ve also especially enjoyed the more remote island folk that we’ve met, and we might spend the day chatting up locals who are more friendly the more remote the island is.

Lunch is often a fresh green salad with smoked salmon, tuna, chicken, and/or homemade hummus, made fresh onboard. To run the food processor, we turn on our 1000 watt inverter, which converts 12 volt power to 120 volts. We also use it to charge our laptops, razor, electric toothbrush, the Mighty, and Tasha’s electric keyboard. The main benefit of the fridge is to store fresh vegetables, which we love. We have been lucky enough to be at the right place at the right time to procure extremely fresh veggies at a couple of farmer’s markets. On a bi-weekly basis, we need to find a place to provision, refill our water tank, pump out the waste from the head (marine toilet), and top off our diesel tank, if necessary. If we’re lucky, we can do all these things in the same place. If not, we focus on our highest priority. Unlike most days when we anchor or pick up a mooring, these trips require that we pull up to a dock. We’ve gotten better at creeping up to a dock and tying up the three lines that hold our boat, and most times we don’t require a dock hand to help. However, there are tricky wind and current situations where the extra hands sure have been welcome. Some of our most challenging moments have been avoiding the unforgiving docks and other boats with strong currents not in our favor.

We have also gotten very good at anchoring and have only had to relocate once due to our anchor dragging. At least half the time, we’re able to pick up mooring balls that we find empty, as long as the mooring pennant (rope) is big enough for our boat. Most moorings are private and if not in use by the end of the day are fair game. But we avoid anything that looks remotely like a fisherman’s mooring, as that tempts serious consequences. Twice we’ve rigged up our own pennant to a mooring ball, including one that announced that it was Available July – August.

Settled in, thoughts turn to cocktail/vape hour and supper. Tasha is a very imaginative chef. Most nights she prepares something she has not made before, and it always comes out amazing! Last year’s nine-day cruise saw us sitting outside every evening for supper and a gorgeous sunset light show. Whether due to heavy rains this year or something else, the mosquitos have largely shut down that option. Instead, we take in our solar LED lights from up on deck to our fold-down table in the salon and enjoy a candlelit supper. We benefit from having a heat exchanger in our engine such that often we get to wash dinner dishes in hot water, unless we’ve already used it for hot showers. We’ve also used our camping sun shower—a black plastic bag and spray nozzle that heats up in the sun—both on deck and in our head for less luxurious but still hot showers. Sometimes we augment the hot water in the solar shower by heating some on the stove. These hot showers have been deliciously satisfying, only exceeded by the three lengthy ones we’ve had ashore. Another shower alternative is a quick saltwater dip in the ice cold Maine ocean followed by a warm water rinse from the hose in the cockpit. The outdoor showers are heavenly, especially when we have privacy from other boats. Sailing done for the day, we often play music, dance, sing, read out loud to each other from our small library, do the New Yorker crossword puzzles with some success, play Boggle, write in our journals, play keyboard and guitar, or just plain veg! Even on cold, rainy days when we’re sitting at anchor, we’re never bored.

We have two grand living spaces: the salon and the cockpit. The salon includes two luxurious couches surrounding “the dance floor,” with a fold-down table for eating. Visually, the salon includes the galley and the navigation station so feels even larger. The warm wood interior with high windows makes it feel super cozy and like a luxurious lodge at sea. The cockpit, on the other hand, is out in the elements, which include sun, wind, and rain, as well as long vistas even when we’re anchored in a cove. Because the boat is only tethered at the bow, it spins so the view changes from moment to moment. Between the salon and the cockpit is the dodger (ghosted in the diagram), which is a protective wind and sun screen that can be thought of as a covered porch between the interior and exterior. When one of is sailing, the other is most likely out of the sun and wind under the dodger. Unlike most dodgers, ours has plastic glass all the way around, which means we have full visibility from the cockpit. We have a second dining table in the cockpit that folds up from the steering pedestal where we eat al fresco as often as possible. We’ve also rigged up an extension to the dodger (see Will’s watercolor painting) that shelters the entire cockpit from sun or rain. With today’s high 80-degree temperatures, this is where we’re lounging right now.

Though it feels like a whole different world out here, we’re still only a couple of hours from Portland by car. While we’ve visited over 40 harbors and seen an astonishing variety of landscape, what’s constant is the green water beneath us. Yet with 4000 islands in Maine, we still have a lot to explore, and the boat has provided us with everything we need—we long for nothing.

Will & Tasha

NIRVANA S1:E7

Aug 26, 2021

Well, we did indeed follow our “plans” from Belfast, with a three-day interlude when we were holed up for hurricane-turned-tropical-storm Henri. Before we left our five-day respite in Belfast, we had the good fortune to find a mobile mechanic named Alec, who came to our boat to replace our solenoid, which has been non-functional since we bought the boat. This switch controls the flow of propane into the stove, so now we feel much safer being able to shut it off when not in use. While he was onboard, we had him show us how to replace the impeller, the little rubber gasket that flows water through the engine for cooling. We’ve encountered some great mechanics who are very generous with their time and information, so we continue to learn a lot.

The wind was up so we had a nice sail across East Penobscot Bay past the top of Islesboro to Holbrook Island Sanctuary, where there’s a wonderful trail system off a long dirt road on the Cape Rosier peninsula. The hike to the summit was steep and craggy with a great view. But the highlight was running into a young couple who had been collecting chanterelle mushrooms and gave us a handful of theirs to help us identify them. So we’ve been collecting and eating them every since. Yum!!!

We were told Castine was worth a visit, so we motored a short distance, past the Arctic training and research schooner Bowdoin, and onto a Maine Maritime Academy mooring, just off their floats holding their fleet of 420s. Tying up to the public dock we were told by a cold official there, “Two hours max,” the first unfriendly encounter we’ve had all summer. With the MMA State of Maine training ship and tug tied up next door, Nirvana seemed out of place in this strange little town. On our way to the historical museum, we saw a “regiment” of young students yelling back and forth to their officers, “Sir, yes sir!” I was fascinated by this bunch of mostly teenage boys—there were only two girls—as they learned embodied obedience, conformity, and anonymity and wondered out loud to Will, “Happy doesn’t seem to be part of the program.” It was a very foreign experience for me and made me glad about many of the very cool young people I know who are decidedly not like that! The museum, however, was excellent with many fine displays about the triangle trade of fish, salt, and cotton along the trade route from Castine to Liverpool to New Orleans. Their bicentennial quilt was quite impressive, and the MMA displays about the Bowdoin were fascinating, but wandering the town, we felt additionally uncomfortable among the finely manicured mostly summer homes of people from away; the locals live out of town. After topping off our water tanks and pumping out, we were more than ready to leave.

At first motoring in no wind then sailing, we traveled 13 miles to the Barred Islands, just north of North Haven, a small archipelago in a lovely spot with glorious views all around. There we encountered a first: a mooring ball labeled “AVAIL July – Aug.” We’ve picked up plenty of moorings along the way, but none has ever been labeled as “available.” Turns out it was set by Rob Cabot, grandson of Tom Cabot, who owns the adjacent Butter Island, whom we met while rowing the one mile to their private island with public trail access. He was busy hauling his docks and was happy to chat us up about the impressive osprey nest perched at the end of his dock where birds have been nesting for five years, with the idea of chasing away seagulls. Instead, the nearby eagle more often than not swoops in to consume the osprey chicks once hatched. The trail up Montserrat Hill was lovely with a beautiful almost 360-degree view of East Penobscot Bay, complete with commemorative bench and plaque dedicated to his grandfather, who for 50 years was a major force in Maine island preservation. Thank you, Tom and Virginia!

Taking stock of the impending hurricane, we sailed eleven miles down the eastern coast of Vinalhaven to Seal Bay, which was indeed crawling with seals, a number of which we found peaking their heads up at us and lounging on the rocks just as they become exposed as the tide was falling—a rather amazing sight. Arriving rather late to this large, enclosed bay, we found an anchorage away from the dozen or so other boats giving us a spot to ourselves for three delightful days, mostly in fog and rain, while we waited out the storm. For some hours, the wind was a steady 10 – 15 with gusts to 23 as clocked by us, but otherwise a mostly non-event.

Will took this opportunity to bring up a small “conflict” we had when we arrived, which evolved into a deep conversation about some of the differences we have aboard and in our styles. What ensued was an ever-deepening love, affection, and admiration for each other, as well as some perhaps overdue self-reflection and other-understanding. As the day progressed, we found ourselves attending to an ongoing issue with our pressure pump, namely first tracking down and then repairing a leak in a fitting leading from the hot water tank. With my tenaciousness in finding said leak and Will’s skill in repairing it, we had a very satisfying day in the fog. It was a big day for us, not the least of which because Will also shaved his mustache and beard, going back to his earlier pioneer look.

As the fog lifted most spectacularly and the sun rolled in dry and hot, we spent the day airing out our damp clothes, swimming, sunbathing, showering in the cockpit, and doing art, a first for me in many years. Will, of course, is a master at the craft and made a gorgeous plan drawing of our boat for those unfamiliar, which inspired his soon-to-be-published A Day in the Life Aboard sv Nirvana blog.

From Seal Bay, we motored a mile around the corner to Winter Harbor, a long narrow inlet along Calderwood Neck. Unlike Seal Bay, we had this harbor largely to ourselves and had a delightful row upstream where we tied up to a long dock with a for sale sign, which we took as invitation to walk ashore. What we found was a whole system of mowed trails around what we later learned was 13 acres owned by the Maine Coast Heritage Trust and selling for over half a million, a bit our of our price range alas. Unlike being on the water, walking ashore was hot, so we dinghied to a little rock cove, stripped down, and took a delightful dip to cool off, which included Will “walking on water” like the seals!

One of our steady occupations this summer has been fantasizing about buying a small camp on an island or on the mainland. On this row back to the boat, we had an astounding realization: our boat is our home, which means we don’t need to own a place ashore as much as we want to use the boat as a vehicle for exploring places that we might want to stay for longer stretches in the off-season when we’re not sailing. To wit, our plan this winter season is to be in Sicily on my dad’s former sailboat, visiting him and my stepmother and exploring another island. We’ve already started practicing our Italian. Next winter, who knows!

Our larder becoming a bit lean and our water tank near empty due to the water pump repair, we made our way to the public dock in North Haven and called for a ride to the one, very well-stocked grocery store in the middle of the island. This is one of the best island stores we’ve been to, and to have a ride to and from was a huge bonus being on a boat. We got to hear the Republican point of view of the recent vacation by the governor to the island, whom he said looked “disheveled” and wasn’t “fun” like our former governor. You have to give this guy credit though; twice a week he takes his 55’ tractor trailer to the mainland and stocks up with fresh veggies, nice meats, an excellent assortment of wine, and a wide variety of grocery items. The variety of grocery options on the Maine islands is quite astonishing.

Motoring around the corner to Perry Creek (for those of you who might remember, we popped in here a month ago on our way to Isle au Haut), we now await the arrival of the fuel boat at J. O. Brown, along with a water tank up, which Will scoped out while tied up to the public dock. There he met the retired owner, J. O., 70-something, and his grandson, Adam, who gave a bit of the history of the place, which looks about like it did when J.O.’s grandfather started the yard. Perry Creek, you might also remember, is where was saw the third adorable floating tiny house, which we are now moored next to.

Living aboard a boat has so much to offer, and we continue to be thrilled to call NIRVANA home!

Tasha & Will

NIRVANA S1:E6

Aug 18, 2021

Here we are in Belfast Harbor where we’ve been on “shore leave” from our cruise about ready to move on. In Buck’s Harbor, we read in Points East magazine about a wooden boat building festival, so we decided to check it out and ended up spending five leisurely days getting to know this wonderful little town. With a long public walkway along the waterfront that passes a couple of boatyards, a rail trail up the Passagassawaukeag River, including a sweet footbridge across the river, and downtown just steps away, Belfast has offered us some very enjoyable walks and encounters ashore.

Turns out the boat building contest consisted of exactly one team building a skiff, and when the four-hour timer went off, we were the only people there to bring our applause and capture the moment. Half an hour before, a dramatic thunder and lightning storm hit sending everyone home, so we huddled under a gazebo catching up with my friend Linda who lives in the co-housing community here. We were then treated to an unexpectedly wonderful puppet show about a young girl and boy who find a message in a bottle with a treasure map and make their way in their small boat to a tiny island only to encounter the no-eyed pirate and his two mates who were about the make them walk the plank when Lobster Boy and Crabby save the day! There were other great characters as well, including a giant sea monkey, the kids’ inattentive parents, and the wild and crazy jet ski dude. We were told by the puppeteers that the show was written and puppets created in only three short months by the same three siblings who ran the puppets. Such a joyous treat to escape into puppet-land for an hour. We felt the like the story was about us as our alter egos Harriet the Spy and Encyclopedia Brown. :)))

Earlier in the day, we heard there was a boat swap, so with a wagon full of fresh veggies and other delectable delights from the farmer’s market and food co-op, we wandered down to the two tables only to find the exact item we were looking for: a whisker pole to hold out our tiny jib when sailing downwind. The other item we needed was a boat hook, which served as said whisker pole the day before until, upon “un-deployment,” bend to a 90-degree angle and no longer served its intended purpose. This was fine with me because I could never get it to collapse or extend anyway, and luckily, just up from the boat swap was a small marine store that had a new boat hook, just as unplanned as everything else we’ve encountered!

But that wasn’t all. When we first arrived, we went to the public dock for a pump out and water, but since it was after hours, no one was there, so we ended up staying overnight at the dock thinking we could get the pump out first thing and leave. Well, we ended up being charged for an overnight that we didn’t anticipate, so we were heading out to anchor. Instead, at the boat swap, we ran into Sandy, whom we’d met at the music festival on Swan’s Island, who when asked if she knew of a mooring we could use said we could use her floating dock at the head of the harbor, which has been sitting empty all summer since she only recently launched her boat. Cool! Sandy had bought a boat last year, lived on it on the dock last summer, and was in the process of learning as a solo sailor until she met Guy, a British boatbuilder who has lived in the US for 25 years, so is now navigating sailing in partnership. We managed to tie alongside without being swept under the footbridge or into the shallows by the strong incoming current, and that’s where we’ve been ever since, just off Front Street Boat Yard a short row to the walking path but just far enough away from the marina to feel like we have our space.

In addition to Sandy and Guy, we’ve encountered so many neat people and things here, including Luke, one of the riggers who works in the harbor and runs a small charter boat tied up to the same float; a therapist couple who’ve been living on their Grand Banks 32 trawler for the summer on a neighboring floating dock; Fred who owns a 505, the boat my Dad and I used to race when I was a teenager; Rob, a friend from Portland Community Dance who has been living off-grid and off-the-land in nearby Monroe; Evie, wife of the late Norman Tinker, found-objects sculptor; Alison Langley, wooden boat photographer; Alec, mobile mechanic extraordinaire who came out to the boat for a couple of repairs; the recently restored turn-of-the century steam ship Cangarda; a cool floating shipping container house boat; excellent homemade ice cream; a beautiful loon that visits us every night; plus one giant rubber ducky!

Prior to Belfast, we went from Buck’s Harbor to Horseshoe Cove, a short two miles away at the recommendation of a couple we talked to on the dock while reading Burt Dow by Robert McCloskey. We spent two wonderful days and nights, one in the eerie fog and one in the bright sunshine where rowing up stream, we were treated to some amazing wonders of nature.

We’d asked them where we might find some hiking, so they sent us up a narrow channel beyond the narrow harbor by dinghy to a boulder (you can’t miss it!) where we could find a trail spur on private land that would bring us to the John B. Mountain trail. Well, we didn’t find the boulder, but somehow we found the spur and then the trail and had a delightful hike up and down again and miraculously managed to find our way back to our dinghy following not much more than our instincts in the many forks in the path. It being a hot day for a change, we stripped down and swam in the shallow waters and rowed back to the boat, past Seal Cove Boat Yard, this time at high tide.

The day before we rowed in the same direction, this time at low tide to the reversing falls just beyond the yard, where we went ashore on a spit of land trying to hack our way to the other side of the falls.

We never made it beyond instead encountered dozens of wild mushrooms of many species, which we found fascinating in our ongoing pursuit of psychedelics. Don’t worry, we haven’t tried any yet but are inspired to learn more. And low tide treated us once again to fresh mussels harvested from the sea!

From Horseshoe Cove we had intended to sail to Holbrook Island, but the wind died as it often has this summer, so we stopped instead at Pond Island, just off Cape Rosier, which had a beautiful sand beach and where a schooner was also anchored. The next day we took the long, uncharted way around the outside of the island and had a swim among the rocks and seaweed on the back side overlooking Isleboro and the Camden Hills. As we approached our dinghy I said, “Boy I’d sure like a beer right about now,” and passing a group on the beach, Will asked, “Do you have an extra beer?” to which she replied, “Which one do you want?” We gladly accepted, and I paid her with the perfect sand dollar I’d found moments earlier on the beach, the only one we’ve seen all summer.

Well, that brings us back to our downwind sail around Cape Rosier, around the tip of Isleboro, and on into Belfast. So now it’s on to Castine and Holbrook Island, Butter Island, Seal Bay on Vinalhaven, and slowing making our way back to our home port. We’ll see how those “plans” shape up since most of our plans are really just “ideas” until they are manifested.

Tasha & Will

NIRVANA S1:E5

Aug 9, 2021

Wow, wow, wow!!! That pretty much sums up our last week on Swan’s Island for the Sweet Chariot Music Festival and Eggemoggin Reach Regatta. We’re now in Bucks Harbor, of Robert McClosky fame (Blueberries for Sal and One Morning in Maine) after an exhilarating 17 mile sail from Mackerel Cove up the Eggemoggin Reach once again, under the Deer Isle-Sedgwick bridge, past harbor after harbor filled with masts, complete with soundtrack by Jethro Tull, the Beatles, and the Moody Blues, music to sail by to be sure!! This evening we had our first outdoor shower on land after many on the boat at Bucks Harbor Marine where we read Robert McCloskey’s Time of Wonder overlooking the harbor.

Eggemoggin Reach

Here are some links to our Soundtrack for the Summer:

Lazy Day Sunday Afternoon

Question (before the bridge)

Question (after the bridge)

Anchored in Burnt Coat Harbor on the south side of the Swan’s Island for the festival, we counted on toward 30 boats, including two schooners, the engineless Louis R. French and the American Eagle, which we had the good fortune to tour early one morning in the rain by invitation of Will’s friend Ben and his family who were onboard, and Captain John Foss, who has owned, sailed, and maintained her since 1985. So much history in these 1930 Gloucester fishing schooners.

Burnt Coat Harbor, Swan’s Island

Now in its 32nd year, the Sweet Chariot Music Festival started with Doug Day playing his banjo aboard his windsurfer to schooners anchored in Burnt Coat Harbor. This year it was a three night extravaganza of extraordinary talent from Maine to California, including: Goeff Kaufman who ran the Mystic Seaport Sea Music Festival for ten years and knows every shanty ever sung; Annegret Bair, West African djembe player extraordinaire from Portland and member of Inanna, Sisters in Rhythm, of which I’ve been a groupie for 25 years; Muriel Anderson, the guitar-harp playing powerhouse who sailed into Mackerel Cove last year and was invited to join the line-up again this year; Dean Stevens, the gentle folk singer with a Guatemalan flare; Bob Lucas, the soulful banjo-guitar playing singer-songwriter from Ohio; the husband-wife duo John and Rachel Nichols from Rockport; Eric Kilburn, the mandolin playing sound guy with a large recording studio in MA; David Dodson, the renowned singer-songwriter now living in Maine; Rich and Sandy Jenkins with Bob Hipkins, the show-tune performing trio straight from the Big Apple; and last but by no means least, Suzy Williams, the almost-70-year-old magenta-wig-tutu-sporting singer-songwriter of Stormin’ Norman and Suzy fame from Venice Beach, CA; and of course, Doug Day himself as musician-MC-runner-of-the-roost director, complete with the gorgeous backdrop mural painted by Buckley Smith. How Doug met this diverse group of performers would take many blogs, but suffice it to say, he has been around himself. And as front row audience members prone to enthusiastic rhythmic clapping and dancing, we were much appreciated by the performers.

Sweet Chariot Music Festival, Odd Fellows Hall, Swan’s Island

I also put together a video of some of the acts to give you a flavor:

Sweet Chariot Music Festival 2021

Aside from enjoying the high-caliber music and performances, we were inspired to volunteer our services on the first night in the kitchen making Tuesday Tacos with a bunch of wonderful teenagers where we sang Mary Poppins tunes from their stellar performance as Mary Poppins and Burt at Camden High School, which was a big highlight! Later, we also spent some quality time with Doug’s son Jackson, whose senior project at College of the Atlantic is called Ode to Mushrooms. What a great bunch of young people!

Our efforts in the kitchen meant we were then invited to the “after parties.” The first was at Doug’s house, where I was approached with, “So you made it into the inner sanctum,” which apparently is quite rare for normal audience members, and the second was at the waterfront home of one of the many locals who put up musicians in their homes during the festival, which included desserts and ongoing performances into the wee hours of the morning.

And then there was the shanty boat parading around the harbor with a boatload of musicians in the afternoon while we danced on deck in between sipping wine and eating local steamers. As it so happens, we were responsible for this couple being at the festival having met them at Hell’s Half Acre near Stonington, and here they were invited to participate. It was just that kind of festival, where you see musicians rowing ashore with their instruments.

We also had the great good fortune to be chauffeured around the island by Liberty, a dance friend from Portland, in her custom camper van named Roameo, which meant we were able to visit parts of the island we might not otherwise have seen. Other cools things about Swan’s are the excellent swimming quarry, the local oysters, the many female lobsterwomen, the Swan’s Island Yacht Club with free sailing lessons, and the stone beaches and mossy hikes. As such, we feel we’ve been swept up into the vortex of Swan’s Island such that Doug picked up on our enthusiasm by showing us a wonderous but neglected Japanese tea house adjacent to his property built by his friend that might just be for sale, and then fed us a sumptuous brunch on our last morning on the island. More on that TBD.

Our second destination of the summer after Sweet Chariot was the Eggemoggin Reach Regatta, now in its 36th year. With over 100 classic wooden boats of all sizes and rigs, our plan was to spectate from NIRVANA. But wouldn’t you know, on the first night sitting next to Doug at the dinner we helped prepare, he mentioned he had a wooden boat and was racing in the regatta, so Will jumped to ask if he needed crew and wouldn’t you know he said yes!!! His 1958 Sparkman & Stephens Valencia was built for the commodore of the New York Yacht Club and was the perfect boat to be on for the race. Aside from a pre-start near encounter with Black Watch, a 68’ 1938 S&S design out of Newport, complete with a matched-t-shirt crew who didn’t look us in the eye when they tacked in front of us onto starboard, it was a very low-key race in a relatively heavy boat and fairly light winds. We ended up 99th out of 109 boats, which afforded us a wonderful view of all the boats as they sailed downwind with their colorful spinnakers flying. With Will on the mainsheet, me as a floater between jib sheet and camera, and Doug’s son Jackson a human spinnaker pole, it was a dream come true to see all these beautiful wooden boats in one location on the coast of Maine!!!

Eggemoggin Reach Regatta

I’m almost as exhilarated remembering this past week as I was experiencing it. So now we are back to the mellow life of living aboard NIRVANA awaiting the next wonderous adventure on land and sea.

Tasha & Will

NIRVANA S1:E4

Aug 3, 2021

Here we are in Burnt Coat Harbor on Swan’s Island in anticipation of the Sweet Chariot Music Festival, our only destination for this trip, so feeling the need to give another update before the festivities begin.

When we last left off, we were on our way to pick up cousins Joanna and Susan in Stonington on Deer Isle for a short cruise. We had a mostly lovely sail from Northeast Harbor on Mt. Desert, aside from snagging one lobster pot in Southwest Harbor and another in the narrowest part of Casco Passage just between two ledges (!), both of which managed to pop off. Oooffff, there are a lot of lobster pots out here, including “toggles” where one pot is attached to another with a string of pots such that one must not only avoid individual pots but also getting snagged on the line between them. (Stayed tuned for that story!)

Rain again had us holed up in Webb Cove, an abandoned quarry town two miles from Stonington, a large, shallow working harbor with 30 lobster boats and no pleasure boats. We rowed ashore for a look around, which was mostly deserted on a Sunday except for one lobsterman and a rotund truck driver Deer Isle native who supplies most of bait to the lobstermen on the island. And boy could you smell it! Pogies, red fish, and pig hide lined the docks in huge 400 pound containers. Every lobsterman has his favorite bait, and he’s happy to supply it but noted that every fisherman has the same catch as the next, regardless of the bait. His solution to the lobster license shortage? Lobstermen can have as many traps as they want, but they must build their own out of wood, which is naturally biodegradable, just like he did back in the day!

Stonington town dock, Deer Isle
Stonington in the fog

After motoring to the floating Stonington town dock, we tied up for a couple hours anticipating the arrival of our guests. The harbormaster immediately greeted us and regaled us with stories of his father, who was captain of Paul Cunningham’s yacht (who is credited with inventing the “cunningham” line on a sail, if you know what that is), and his family who owns Billing’s Marine down the way. We loaded on bags of high-class provisions from “the big city” for our cruise and had a short but lovely sail to McGlathery Island in Merchant’s Row, where we were gifted with a beautiful sunset, the private schooner, Eros, a wonderful row to the uninhabited Round Island for a swim, as well as other schooner sightings.

The next day we headed out on a fast reach for a ten mile sail to the Eggamoggin Reach, when the wind started to die, so we pulled into the famed Wooden Boat School harbor, the finish line for the Eggamoggin Reach Regatta, coming up next weekend. There were many small sailboats as well as some larger ones that the school takes people out on for sailing lessons. Will and I rowed ashore and toured the classroom sheds after hours, where we saw ten Swampscott Dories being built by students, including Deb Walters, a septuagenarian who had kayaked from Maine to Guatemala as a fundraiser for Safe Passages, an organization that raises money for schools there. Wow!!! Neat and most humble woman! Grilled salmon in the cockpit with yet another stunning sunset over Deer Isle.

Wooden Boat School, Eggamoggin Reach

Good wind out of the NW so we decided to tack upwind up the reach toward Buck Harbor, of One Morning in Maine fame. We got as far as Torrey Castle Ledge, the start of the Eggamoggin Reach Regatta with seven miles to go when we collectively decided to “not be attached to the outcome,” as advised by Uncle Roland, so we reversed course, taking the wind ten miles SW to Buckle Harbor on Swan’s Island. We all took the opportunity for a swim in the rare heat of the afternoon, and in a moment of total surrender, I invited my cousin Susan to give me a haircut on deck. It’ll sure be easier to wash now that it’s so short!

With rain and wind in the offing, my cousins opted to cut the trip a day short and return to Stonington, so the three women hauled the anchor, and raised sail (while Will wrote intensely in his journal in the v-berth) and made our way ten miles to Hell’s Half Acre, a beautiful confluence of islands four miles south of Stonington between Devil and Bold Islands. With the fierce determination that only three Barth women can have, after three attempts, we managed to hail a lobster boat who sold us six lobsters right off the boat, which they transferred to us by bucket and we cooked up and gorged on in the cockpit. Ohmy! It was a stunning ending to our four-day family cruise.

Thinking we’d head toward Bass Harbor on Mt Desert for water and pump out, we learned they had none, so we motored ten miles in no wind to the famed Hinkley Boat Yard in Southwest Harbor, where we were able to tie up to their dock on a Sunday for several hours, fill our water tank, and pump out our poop. We had a fabulous lunch at Peter Trouts, poked around on a Hinkley that was in the yard for repair (apparently the novice owner ran into a buoy!), then set sail in a nice 8-10 knots for another ten miles mostly upwind toward Mackerel Cove on the north shore of Swan’s Island.

From there, we had a wonderful sail around the east coast of Swan’s through the “back door” toward Burnt Coat Harbor…until, while posing for a picture entitled “My Morning Commute,” I snagged yet another lobster pot, two pots between a buoy and a toggle. Ooooffff!

My Morning Commute, just before snagging the lobster pots!

So Will hauled out the tree-limbing tool we have on board, all oiled up and ready to go from the last time we hauled it out, and we were free…almost. Will cut the buoy off that was dragging, only to discover later when he dove on it with a mask that the line had gotten wrapped around the propeller shaft. Luckily it didn’t prevent us from motoring to our lovely anchorage in the harbor where boats are arriving fast and furiously for the festival.

After a haircut for Will on deck, we went ashore and met a wonderful father-son, carpenter-lobsterman duo, whose wharf we tied up to and who were gracious and fascinating, and though originally from S. Freeport, a wealth of knowledge about the island. He had built not only a lobster shack but a house and two-story garage complete with hot tub overlooking the harbor! We had a wonderful walk to the Burnt Coat Lighthouse and a rocky trail along the shore including a 4’ tall driftwood-stone hut, which we crawled into on the beach. At Fisherman’s Co-op, we chatted up two sisters, both lobsterwomen, one in her 20s and the other in braces, maybe 15, whose extended family owns numerous boats. We’ve heard of and seen a number of female lobsterwomen here, which seems to be a thing on this island.

And now we await another guest on board for the music festival and all the lively music that is yet to follow! We’re getting quite an education about our environs from the many wonderful people we encounter and continue to be excited to be here, in paradise!

Tasha & Will