The winds had dropped by morning so we set out for Warderick Wells. We were hoping to get a spot in the spectacular north mooring field. We got close, listened to Sherry announce the park rules on the radio at 9 am and called. We had a spot, she said we could come on in. There were many boats departing.
We started out on number 4, the furthest one out, the one we had last year, but decided to move up to number 7. It is right off the creek and a lovely beach and bar at low tide. There is no place here that is not beautiful.
Since it was calm, we decided to go around to a beach near the ocean cut. We are braver with Fat Tuesday’s range since we have now taken her on many distance trips.
We made it to the beach and hiked around to the ocean side. It was a bit choppy outside. We found a board to make a sign for Boo Boo Hill.
We came back to the boat by going all the way around Long Rock. We found a small reef on the outside to snorkel. We saw our first lionfish, the large frilly orange and white invasive fish. He was in a small coral cavern. David could have speared him if we were not in the park. I learned that I can still get back in the dinghy from the water. I will get more graceful.
The tide was going out and we went to the sandbar to wait for it to be exposed. While we were waiting, we snorkeled around a small island that has a small reef on the back side. David spotted a turtle immediately. There were lots of fish. I went around the island twice. On my way back the second time I saw a shark coming by. He was not bothersome, just intimidating to look at.
We rested on the sandbar for a bit and then headed back to the boat. We spoke to the people from Whiffle, the catamaran in front of us from Rockland Me. They are taking their boat to Georgetown and will leave it there while they go back to Maine for a while. They come down to the boat several times in the season and spend a few weeks.
Their daughter Emma, took off on her paddleboard as soon as they arrived. Later, when David was growing a little concerned about the depth at our mooring, Emma swam over to be our depth sounder. She is 5’8” and when she went under, with her arms raised just her fingers were out of the water. We had at least 7 feet. All is well.