July 14 -- Falmouth Forsyth to Potts Cove, 8 Miles

First mango sweetpotato pancakes with Tom and Tina.

I can't give up opportunities for pancakes, i.e., guests. Then I cleaned while Lene watched tennis. We are planning to eat up our fresh provisions in anticipation of hauling the boat on Monday.

After lunch a motor passage on a zig zag route between the islands. Light wind, the shortness of the  course and the frequent course changes caused me to raise only the small jib to augment the engine. The only excitement was a motor boat which lost power and called the Coast Guard, near us. The CG switched the conversation from channel 16 to 22, as is customary. Those who are interested in such gossip switch as well. Normally these events take place many miles away but this episode was only two miles from us. The owner identified his boat as a Hinkley motor yacht. This conveys "I have money so take care of me." The boat had power but no transmission and feared he was drifting onto the rocks. The CG suggested dropping anchor but the owner had only 75 feet of rode and the water was that deep, though eventually, when he drifted nearer, the did drop anchor. Another sailboat was nearer to the vessel than we were and offered help, which was declined. A towboat arrived and the little drama ended for us nosybodies.

Dolphin Marina is the attraction here at Potts Cove with excellent service, lots of freebies and a very reasonable price. ($35) for  mooring. We discovered this place  last August and said we would be back. Last year it was a lovely sunny day. Today, while we had only a few scattered drops of rain, it was cold and gray. They offer bycycles and kayaks to transients and perhaps we will use them tomorrow morning if the weather is more pleasant. Lene did laundry (no fee for use off the machines) and I tried to blog, but discovered that while I got internet and could type in words, sending photos from the phone camera to computer, was not working. Next time, and there will be a next time, if the seas are calm and the skies sunny, we will take a fifteen minute dink ride in the ocean to Eagle Island, the summer home of Admiral Perry, which is a park.

Dinner was really great with their signature free blueberry muffin instead of bread and a memorable delicious halibut with hazelnut sauce, I rarely comment on our cuisine, but this fish was notable. Portland is fifty miles away by car and folks drive out here for the food.  Parking lot full of cars at dinner time.

I have to give a special call out to Emily and Chris. They treat customers as if they owned the business -- with expert attention, intelligence and care. Management should give them each a raise.