Next day we stopped at Mistake Island to visit the lighthouse.


Lighthouse keeper's house on Mistake Island. This foghorn is sounded more often than any other in Maine.


Lobster-buoy-dotted passage to Water Island, our home for the night.


Water Island was basically a rock with a little grass, one tree, and some flowers. It felt wonderfully isolated and primal.


A fragile ecology. We were careful not to step on the flowers.

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