August 18                      South Portland, Maine

Joe and David were ready to depart at 8:30 AM but I was reluctant to say farewell to Southwest Harbor.  We had been here for five weeks but would have loved to have stayed longer.  Micah came to untie our lines and say goodbye.  We promised to return next year and he promised to be there to meet us.

The journey to South Portland (across the channel from the city of Portland) was on the calmest sea we had ever experienced.  Waves were almost indiscernible.  The only disruption in the water was an occasional porpoise that flipped its fins at us as it swam away.  Joe was a conscientious pilot who stayed at the helm most of the day.

South Point Marina offered quick and easy access.  After a long day on the water, we did not want to go into town.  We were eager to walk a little, have dinner, and return to the boat for TV viewing.  Boathouse Joe was our answer for dinner.  Sitting on the deck, overlooking the marina, we were gifted with an incredible sunset.  The sky was lighted in brilliant shades of pink and purple.  Our food was delicious—wonderful crab cakes, seafood chowder, and steamed mussels.