We took off from Portland after provisioning, filling our tanks with water, and donating our trash receptacle to the very friendly South Portland Marina who insisted they had fisherman friends who would be interested in the bait trap and barrel. After a beautiful full day on a beam reach, we first overnighted on Monhegan Island as it was a logical, yet rolly stop as the southerlies are brutal in the island’s only harbor is south exposed. The next day was really memorable as we started heading up toward the islands versus being in undisturbed offshore sailing conditions to be sure we could be back in communication; as our first day out, we had spotty cell phone reception and on Monhegan, there was no way to call in to let anyone we were safe for the night.
What a compromise from being offshore to being with phone service! We were screaming downwind north of Matinicus Island when we snagged a lobster buoy, it was inevitable in the minefield of minefields of lobster traps! Well, the boat snagged a trap and immediately wanted to round up into the wind but because the sails were so far out, it could only manage a beam reach which made Acedia go even faster as the winds were increasing this early afternoon. As a result, we were heading right toward a small island made up of mostly rocky coast; I seemingly needed to reef and sheet in and steer hard to starboard all at the same time as we were screaming toward these rocks; fast. Trying to manage to just turn the boat back from which we came to unsnag the trap was failing miserably when my brain said, crap there are no flippin’ brakes on a boat, how does one stop a boat STAT, the trap was not even beginning to slow us down! So my brain finally translated needing “breaks” into “blowing the halyards” to drop the sails and I saw we were meters from rocks and in a bit over 2 meters of water, meaning the bottom of the boat had a meter of clearance, I turned on the engine, prayed to the spaghetti gods that I wasn’t going to immediately foul the prop, and then threw the engine in reverse full throttled, which ever so gratefully, kept the boat from disaster! Well, pop, the lobster buoy untangled from the rudder and we were free. Just as we were away from disaster a kind lobsterman came full throttle to come help in the situation, or came at speed to just offer me an award of a really nice looking lobster! Four lobster bouy snags later, no dives in the blood curdlying cold water, no cutting lobster trap lines, no fouled props and no smashing the boat into rocks; I now consider myself a pro at unsnagging those traps!
This night we pulled over in the southeast corner of Isle of Haut as the winds had died and I was a bit exhausted, so we made due with a make shift anchorage. Little did I know, we had made it – we were anchored off Acadia National Park! It seemed as if it was mission accomplished that we had finally gotten Acedia to Acadia.