A place called Roque Island

Rick and I made landfall at this unbelievable spot- it almost felt like we had made a wrong turn and ended up in the Bahamas!

Pronounced "Roke", there is a broad, mile-long white sand beach backed by woods and some meadows, with a rocky escarpment at both ends. It was a fitting end to a great eight days at sea. Another boat came in at the same time (s/v Reanimation, from Rhode Island), but anchored in a small cove about a mile from the beach, so Rincewind was alone in its beachy anchorage. A little swell from the ocean set up a rocking motion on the boat, but it was not uncomfortable. The island is privately owned (I heard rumors in NE harbor that some think it is a CIA base!) and signs ask visitors to not leave the beach area. Welcome to Maine, but not tooooo welcome. If you look carefully, you can see Rincewind in each of these pictures.