The rain had stopped..the rain that we really needed..the rain that came down so hard and with such intensity that a lot of it quickly found it’s way to the ocean rather than where we needed it the most. However we did receive the moisture that we have been desperately needing .
Immediately Ray and I felt the bite of the breeze that had now turned into a raw wind once we had came about. Taking on a bit of bowspray from that small chop, I closed up the midsection of the windshield and Ray hunkered down on his boat bed. Both of us trying to find some shelter against the elements.
About now it’s getting close to lunch time and we started searching for some calm water in the lee of the approaching western shoreline. Spotting some flatwater in a small cove we came upon the only others on the water that late morning…
We managed to peacefully eat our lunch, Ray being very helpful in the sharing of mine, and spent some time casting for bass to no avail. About this time my fingers were starting to loose the feeling in them with the combination of 49 degree water and colder air. And I was bemoaning the fact that I had decided against bringing along a thermos of coffee when I left home only 3 hours earlier.
So with no fish but a fistful of numb fingers I decided to abort. It wasn’t long before I had the Lund lined up for re-entry between the markers..
And with no sign of life amongst the cottages we cruised by..
we were soon happily trailering the boat and headed home via Lincolnville Center, and a very welcomed hot cup of coffee. A little worse for wear but hopefully a little wiser. Fish? Maybe next time…
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