Supposedly Dolphin Restaurant delivers fresh muffins to the boats every morning. Every morning, that is, except this morning. No muffins, but we loved the place anyway even though it only was a one-night stand.
We left under brilliant blue skies and light wind, just as we like it. We’re getting away from the sheltering islands now, which means more waves and less scenery. Mostly it’s just Atlantic Ocean, but at least there’re fewer lobster pots.
Fewer lobster pots, but more upside-down picnic tables. Okay we only saw one upside-down picnic table, but it was some 2 miles offshore where we’d sink about 300 feet if we hit it. Hopefully it’ll wash up on a distant shore where someone can dry it out and use it for life-saving firewood or a driftwood sculpture or something.
A bit further we came upon a nun-shaped red navigational buoy. Meh. We’ve seen a zillion red buoys. Wait a second. This one’s not red. It’s white and orange.
We’ve never seen one of these before, because we’ve never been past a “Presidential Security Zone” before. And frankly we don’t understand this Presidential Security Zone. The point apparently is to protect Walker’s Point and the Bush family compound.
We get that this is an important place. Heads of State visited here. And with the exception of Presidents who die in office, or are impeached, or who should be impeached or die in office, protecting them and their families is a good idea. But look at that shoreline. All rocks. Too shallow for submarines. It’s quite unclear what threat is being deterred here, and we didn’t see anyone patrolling the area. We theorize the Bushes just don’t want to see a sea of lobster pot floats when they look out their windows.
We dutifully avoided the area anyway and went on up the Kennebunk River to Chicks Marina. Kennebunkport is another cool Maine town. Plus Kennebunk is another fun word to say.
Yes Doug flew the drone, and yes he wanted to fly over the Bush place but chickened out.
We’re going to explore the town more tomorrow.