It’s Thursday, March 5. We first go to feel the 30-something-mile-per-hour gusts that are blowing down and across Eggemoggin Reach and into Great Cove. The winds are whistling through the Cove’s north entrance; ruffling the lowering tide into greens, blues, and whites, then escaping out of the Cove’s south entrance back into the Reach and out to the nearby Atlantic.
A short time later, we drive a few miles down to the point of our Peninsula to check Naskeag Harbor, which snuggles within larger and more numerous protective islands. The difference is remarkable: Captain Morgan, a local fishing vessel, is calmly pointing into the wind; her line is taut, but she’s not bucking or wallowing. She might even be smiling.
(Brooklin, Maine)