Mark and I split up our camping tasks
- I find a location for the tent and set it up; he engineers the
kitchen. I do not use the word "engineer" lightly. It is a product
formed of found materials which make up seats, windbreak, and table,
with the tarp providing weather protection. Here we tried to guess
where the high tide would end. This area of Maine has tides of about
10-15 feet. It's hard to believe so much water moves in and out of the
bays and harbors. In this case, Mark had guessed well - only a few
inches of the pole went underwater.
went walking around the island perimeter to see what our home for the
evening looked like. A pair of bald eagles and a young adult eagle claimed
this island and the next one as their territory. We saw and heard them
There were flowers in the granite cracks.
And lots of wild iris.
to my amazement, as I neared our cove, I came upon this enormous
carcass. It was a humpback whale, washed up on the rocks. I called Mark
out to see.
is the tail. We met up with a Maine Island Trail Association caretaker
later who told us the carcass had washed ashore last fall, then drifted
loose, and now was ashore again. I can tell you for sure that when the
wind blew toward us the smell was powerful.