July 22 — Day 15 — Pemaquid Harbor to Port Clyde — 21 NM

 A nice sunny day, but no Internet. I did some chores, some piloting, found out that the radar did work after all. We went in for lunch at the restaurant at the pier. Ilene was expecting a lobster lunch with our daily salad aboard deferred until dinner. But unbeknownst to us there are two piers, each with a restaurant, and the one with the lobsters was on the other side of the harbor, and further in and unobtrusive on the left

 in this photo from ILENE. But the one on the right,  at which our dinghy landed, was called Sole and while it did serve dishes with lobster (it’s Maine after all)yhey did not serve the boiled lobster et al. that my mate had expected.  Other good food including duck fat fries. We did NOT have the duck fat pizza!

What to do? Login was not possible because they had no Internet. There is a potentially interesting fort nearby which we could have walked to. But our desire is to make distance toward Canada. But the threat of fog loomed. What to do? Ilene asked the 70 friends to which she sends her daily email (not that any of them  have any basis in fact for advising on the subject) and she got conflicting answers: some said “Go” and others “Stay". We went —and it was a mistake. The sunny conditions in the Harbor gave way to dense fog again (in addition to no wind again) in the Atlantic. There were inside passages that might have saved a bit of mileage, and we have taken them in the past, but in the fog we went the long way around. We were initially undecided about whether to go to Port Clyde, which was nearer, or to Tenants Harbor, which was further up.  One consideration is that it is becoming time for us to buy more diesel fuel. Both of those ports have places that sell it. We elected Port Clyde because of its relative nearness. We visited last time and took the ferry from Port Clyde out to Monhegan Island. We were supposed to search for our reserved Mooring number 13 in the harbor. But we could not see anything. Suddenly mooring 18 loomed up next to green buoy three. We called the general store, which rents the Moorings, and they said “That’s OK, take take Mooring 18!”, which we did. He did not want to be cruising around in the pea soup to find us. Then inside our cabin for a nice warm evening together.