May 10, 2005 Bass Harbor to Gibbon Anchorage Day 71
On our way southward to Green Island we were swept up in an extensive fog mass. It grew quite thick and blocked the sun. Like a coyote we darted from shoal area to shoal area, staying out of the main channels as much as possible. What a wonderful thing the GPS is! After several hours of steering by the compass the fog began to break apart. Various mountain tops appeared and vanished again at surprising heights. Fog plays strange perceptions on the eye as well as the mind. Finally it completely lifted and revealed fantastic mountains all around, with Green Island right in front of us. Green Island is very green. Behind it, in stark contrast, was the long white spine of Montague Island. A pod of lively dolphins accompanied us into the harbor, throwing up quite a spray about the boat. Rock pinnacles and ridges surround the whole of Green Island, so we navigated with extreme care. The 1964 earthquake caused parts of the island to rise from the sea as much as 40 feet, and the area hasn’t been re-charted since. The anchorage is beautiful. Lots of coves, islands and channels to explore, and millions of birds. I went for a row to a forest service cabin and spent the afternoon there reading the cabin journal. Nobody through since August of last year.
