We made the trip to Monhegan Island in small craft warnings aboard the Hardy III. Sixty feet seems like more like a big craft to me, but trust me in 8 to 10 foot seas it is rather small. Your author, through only shear force of will and some Gin Gins candies, managed to not get sea sick. Donna and brother Paul seemed unfazed by the tossing and turn which I accredit to the fact that they had been passengers in the Purple Whale while barreling down Maine 32 to New Harbor and been immunized to whoopty-doos and g-forges on the way to New Harbor.
After yesterday’s washout of a day and today’s forecast of a repeat, we were pleasantly surprised to find nearly perfect weather on the island this afternoon. It is supposed to be great tomorrow too. And more importantly great as well Friday morning for our return trip to the mainland about the tiny ship Hardy III.