Making a Name for Ourselves

Super shiny.  Super expensive.  Walk away  Damon, WALK AWAY!

Yes, I know, I know.  It's been a long time since I posted.  What can I say -- it's winter and we've had a ton of stuff happening in our life.  A ton.  More on that later, let's talk ocean.  Or at least let's talk boat.

Last weekend we shot down to Boston for the New England Boat Show.  NEBS doesn't have the appeal of the Newport Boat Show, or Strictly Sail down in St Pete.  It has a ton of little run-abouts, it's inside, and there aren't that many sailboats.  But it comes at just the right time -- February, when we're just about done with winter, both literally and figuratively.  We thought it'd be a great time to look for all the "stuff" we need as we refit Fulmar for her first sailing season with us.  We're looking at dropping several thousand dollars on the basics, so why not see what kind of deals we can get?

My this is a calm anchorage!

Indoor sailing in February.

We climbed up on a bunch of fancypants boats and talked to a ton of people about boat slips and batteries and insurance.  Then we found the good folks at New England Lettering, which is fortuitous, as we need to change the name on the boat. Fulmar is a "documented boat," meaning she doesn't have state registration numbers, instead she has a federal registration.  We have to have her name and hailing port clearly identified on her at all times, plus her documentation number permanently affixed to her someplace down below.  We finally just got our title from the Coast Guard, with a stern statement telling us there is a $10000 fine for not properly identifying your boat, so we were motivated to get that name sign made.

Designing the lettering.  So many options.

We were able to design the name and home port right at the booth, and just as quick as you could swipe a Visa card, the vinyl lettering was being cut on their nifty little machine.  These guys are good; obviously this is something they can do in their sleep.

Super pretty!  Fulmar is going to feel like a new girl!

Putting the backing on.

Ready to apply to the boat!  Now we just need to get those old letter off . . . .

So the sailing season grows nearer, and things get more and more real!

A couple of cool places, part 1

So the other day Damon was lazing around reading a cruising guide to Maine, dreaming of all the cruising we're hoping to do next summer on Fulmar.  He and I got into a conversation about what lies beyond Christmas Cove -- virgin territory for the two of us.  Muscongus Bay, full of fog and islands, is the gateway beyond our known world, so we delved into the cruising guide to find interesting spots to check out, and found a place we simply couldn't wait to visit.  After a session on Google Earth flying around Muscongus Bay, it was off in the Mighty Kia, dog in the backseat, to find Bremen and the wreck of the Cora Cressy.

The Cora Cressy was once a queen of the sea: a five-masted schooner built in 1902 at the Percy and Small boatyard in Bath (where the Maine Maritime Museum now makes it's home).  She was 276 feet long, and could carry 4000 tons of coal as she made her way along the coast.

Alas, her days of glory were short.  In 1928 she was severely damaged in a storm, and repairs were too expensive -- it was cheaper to replace her than fix her up.  Life didn't quite end here however; she became a floating speakeasy, a role she held during the 30's.  Once prohibition ended, she found her home in Bremen -- not as a boat, but as a lobster pound.  I'm not too sure how this would have worked, but apparently the plan was to bring her into the bay, drill holes in her hull to allow water circulation, and sink her in place.  Old Cora was too wily for all that though -- she'd been built too well, with thick planking that just couldn't be drilled enough.  But the trip to Bremen ended her, and she sank in place.  Supposedly you could still see curtains on her portholes until the 80's.

Our trip to visit Cora was easy.  You can see her right from shore -- thick planks and all.  It was a great way to enjoy some of the last of autumn.  Check her out if you get a chance!

That's her.  Keeping the dinghies safe as a breakwater.

So they seriously thought they could drill through that!

A lovely older work boat.  Love me a well-kept boat.

It was indeed a working port.

Someone has new floats.

Another lobster pound -- less chancy than using an old schooner, but still defunct.

Wanna visit?  I decided to start embedding maps rather than writing out directions:

MORE Moonsnail Mudflat Mania

I've got a thing for moon snails.  I'm sweet on them.  Really sweet.

That's why every year I look forward to dragging my students out onto the mudflats.  Of course, we investigate a lot of things -- clams and worms are pretty important parts of this ecosystem, so we devote some good time to digging down into the muck looking for them.

But really, I come for the moon snails.  They never fail to get exclamations of glee from the students (and me, frankly).

We run two labs a week.  On both of our trips out to the flats this year, we barely found a snail.  Amy Johnson, the professor I work with for the class, found one on Tuesday just as we were leaving.  And Wednesday, a student found a moon snail at the very last moment -- as we were climbing up the stairs, she was the last off the flat.  Her call of "what's this?  Hey, is this a moon snail?" had us all running back to see.  What luck -- a moon snail each lab day.  Hooray!

We always start the day by simply hanging off a dock and watching the fouling community.  You never know what you'll find!

I love how nerdy my students are.  Soooo nerdy.

While on the dock, we often see barnacles feeding:

As soon as the tide is far enough out, we hit the flats.  I tell them right away to start searching for moon snails.  At first they think I'm joking about these giant, ravenous snails out here, but soon we find evidence:

Shells from moon snails and waved whelks (also badass predators).

This hole was drilled by a moon snail.  Whoa.

We are forced to do work rather than focusing exclusively on moon snails.  Here we are watching a razor clam try to dig itself back into the sediment.

It did not succeed; we took it home to my tanks.

Amy explaining how to catch a worm.  She's an expert in this stuff.

Starting to dig.  What did we find?

A sipunculid!  Peanut worm!

 At this point we got into the thick muck.  For some, it was too much.

Donny, having a good laugh after taking a tumble.  Luckily he was in a rain suit!

 And FINALLY, we found a moon snail.  Hooray Amy!

And brought it home:

Moon snail with its foot wrapped around a razor clam.  Yum yum!

The oceans want you to buy less S%*t this Christmas

Since corporate America is pushing Christmas already, I'm pushing back this week.

An appropriate Christmas tree.  (Except I took this in April!)

Not to be a grinch, but Christmas stinks for the oceans.  Sure, everyone loves the "peace on earth" thing, and the time with family, and the magic that comes with kids and Christmas.  But there are a ton of reasons the holiday sucks, and if you're an Ocean Lover, it's worth talking about.

Manufacturing costs to the environment.  This is probably the most straightforward issue with buying shit.  The more you buy, the more shit has to be made.  The more raw materials need to be extracted from the earth, the more factories need to burn fossil fuels to make the shit, the more water is used, and the more waste from making all that shit is produced.  Less shit means less of all that.

Do you really need that new cellphone?

--Begin Rant--

My last cell phone lasted 6 years.  I would have kept it longer, holding strong against the smart phone movement, except I was sick of paying $70 a month for minimal service to Verizon, so I bought a Republic Wireless smart phone, guiltily recycled my old one, and haven't looked back.  (Want a $10/month Republic plan?  It's awesome. I highly recommend it.  You too can say Suck It, Verizon.)

I am surrounded by phones.  I teach at a small, elite liberal arts college, and every one of my students has a shiny/colorful/well-accessorized cell phone surgically attached to their hands.  Even though they’re amazingly engaged in class, a millisecond of down time during labs (to collect papers, wait a moment for a computer to boot up, and walk between facilities) has students staring blankly at their phones while fingering them lovingly. 

Truthfully, I hate looking at the sea of phones around me.  I simply can't stand to see them all.  Think of the money being funneled away from us by Motorola, Apple, Verizon.  Think of the time we waste Googling “who sang ‘rock the boat’” (Hughes Corporation).  Think of the flabby brains, unable to read a map.  Think of the natural resources that go into our obsession with new phones.  Think of the ships burning fossil fuels carrying all those phones from China.

Multiply that by the billions – yes, billions – of phones on this planet.

When we discard our old phones, they’re more than likely to end up being “recycled” in a developing country, where toxic components make their way into the non-EPA protected environment.  Cell phones contain lead, mercury, beryllium, nickel, cadmium, brominated flame retardants.  Their disposal is linked to cancer, reduced brain development in children, and damage to the nervous system.  The work done in the digital dumping grounds of the third world puts children and the poor in particular peril. 

That shiny new phone doesn’t look so shiny anymore does it?  I'm doing my best to keep my current phone as long as my last one -- 6 years, --unless it dies a natural death before then.  This has garnered some very odd encounters with friends and family.  I mean, hey, you can get a “free” one if you just head into the local cell phone store (they all look so shiny under the spotlights!).  Or, too bad you don’t get a new one from work every year like I do. 

My students, in particular, pity me.  They try to hide it, but I can see it in their eyes.  Despite my clear and concise explanation that my phone must last 6 years because it’s my stand against consumerism and environmental nastiness and corporate greed, they simply stand there and shake their heads (probably tweeting “my prof is such a loser” when my back is turned).  

But I'm going to hold strong.  Those new cell phones come with a price, and the oceans pay for part of it.  

--End of Rant.--

Effects of shipping.  All that stuff under the tree got here somehow.  Most of it got here by being shipped in mega-carriers over the oceans.  In the past 20 years, global shipping has quadrupled. That's right, quadrupled.  This hasn't just meant more ships, it's meant bigger ships -- much bigger ships. Back in 2000, the biggest ships carried around 8000 containers; now they carry 18000.

This increase in shipping is bad new for the oceans.  The most straightforward effect of more ships is more burning of fossil fuels (marine shipping is a major contributor to greenhouse gasses).  But there are many other costs.  For example, one of the leading causes of deaths for certain great whales is ship strikes.  In California alone, there were over a hundred documented ship strikes between 1988 and 2012.

Growth in shipping traffic since 1992.  Credit: Jean Tournadre/GRL

In addition to the direct effects of ship strikes, more shipping means more noise in the oceans -- a huge problem we are just starting to understand. Marine mammals use sound to navigate, communicate, and hunt in the oceans' opaque waters.  They have very sensitive hearing and an amazing capacity to make sound.  (Damon's PhD thesis was all about how bottlenose dolphins use sound to select and find prey -- and how fish use sound to avoid ending up in a dolphin's stomach, so this topic is near and dear to our hearts.)

Noisy oceans can prevent animals from feeding, breeding, resting, and communicating with each other.  Less stuff being bought by us means less shipping means quieter oceans.

Having less stuff.  As you know, Damon and I just downsized our lives.  Less space means we have less crap.  We like it that way, and think many others would too.

This was a lucky whale.  NOAA/CINMS

Alternatives to crap

'Tis better to give than receive.  I'm all about giving gifts.  They're a way for me to show my love, share my wealth, and add to the Christmas magic.  However, my policy for the past few years is to give only consumables (preferably locally produced) to anyone over the age of 25.  Here are some of my favorites from Maine:

Stonewall Kitchen:  The best freakin' jams, jellies, sauces, and cookie mixes around.  A home run under the tree as far as I'm concerned.  Their marmalade is a favorite of mine (hint hint).

Alcohol:  For most people, this is a great choice.  However, you need to remember that mailing alcohol is often illegal, and is almost always easier if you use a company that does this sort of thing on a regular basis.  They can tell you who you can and can't ship to.  Here's a great article on the subject.

Want to give booze to local folks?  Great!  You can go by your local wine and spirits shop, or you can look for local producers.  Here are some ideas for Mainers:

1. Cold River, Freeport.  Super yummy vodka and gin.  Sippable. 
2. Honeymaker Mead, Portland.  (I love mead, have I told you that?)
3. Maine Craft Distillers, Portland.  Rum?  Whiskey?  Vodka!  Count me in.
4. Urban Farm Fermentary, Portland.  Their Dry Cidah makes me so happy.
5. Sweetgrass, Union.
6. Wiggly Bridge, York.  Named after this place.

The Wiggly Bridge in York.

About a ton of craft beers.  Google them.

(Okay, I'm gonna add one for our neighbors to the south:  1634 Meadery in Ipswich, Mass.  My good friends Dan and Deb Clapp are makin' a go of it with this funky, fabulous drink.  If you're on the North Shore, stop by, try their mead.  Tell 'em I sent you.)

A boozy alternative:  How about a wine or beer tour?  Take your loved one on a fun day, drink some great spirits, meet fun people.

1. Wine Wise, Portland:  Damon gave me this a couple of holidays ago.  It was awesome.  We walked to four restaurants in Portland, had a small plate and paired wine at each, and learned about the wines from sommolier Erica Archer.  
2. Maine Beer Tours, Portland:  For the suds-lover in your life.

In a hurry and just need to pick up a present at your local liquor store?  How about these ideas: dark'n'stormy kit (Goslings rum and ginger beer, not at all local but good), Rum Chata + Fireball (killer shots can be made by combining these), or a fine wine from an environmentally conscious vineyard (Rusack or Benzinger come to mind).

Chocolate.  Really good chocolate.

1. Black Dinah, Isle au Haut. (Okay, Westbrook and Blue Hill too, but I love the idea of a world-class chocolatier on Isle au Haut.)  Anyone looking to send a blogger a little gift, this is the one . . . . 
2. Monica's, Lubec.  You can't get any further Downeast than this.  Send 'em your love, and your money.
3. Wilbur's, Freeport.  Stop by if you come to Freeport to Christmas shop.  

Seafood.  You can't get more Maine than this.

1. Lobster Roll Kits.  Nope not cheap, but awesome.  I sent my parents this last year for their birthdays.
2. Smoked Salmon.  Yum.
3. Chowder.  Wouldn't a gallon of clam chowder be great for Christmas Eve?
4. General Seafood.  Harbor Fish is my go-to for anything from the sea.  You can't get better.

Fruit.
Blueberries from Maine.  Hells Yeah.

Meats.

Yarn?  From Maine?  Yes please.
Halcyon, the bestest yarn store in the Northeast.
Hope Spinnery.  Produced using wind power!

Other.
Soap. You can't go wrong with fancypants soap.  Go by your local fancypants shop and pick some that smells great.
Lotions.  Smooth.
Tea or Coffee.  Buy the good stuff.
Candles.  Nothing too artificial.
Used books.  Yes, USED books.  There are plenty of well-loved books out there that need a home.  If you have a book-lover in the family, why not go to a used bookstore, or even Goodwill, and pick up a dozen great books.  No trees will die for your gift.

Memberships and donations
Maine Island Trail Association
Maine Coast Heritage Trust
Friends of Casco Bay
Any number of marine conservation and research groups like this one, this one or this one.

Three awesome footbridges in Maine

I'm a sucker for a footbridge.  They call us back to former times, before we zipped along in our rocket cars at ridiculous speeds, making the landscape a blur and hiding the most amazing parts of the world.  They make us pay attention to what's going on around us -- the weather, the water, the people.  Here in Maine, we have three terrific footbridges you shouldn't miss:

Perkins Cove:  May as well start with my favorite.  Sorry, Belfast and Boothbay, you've got cool footbridges, but it's hard to beat this one -- it's a foot drawbridge!  I wouldn't ever, in my wildest dreams, have imagined something like this existed.  But it does, allowing foot traffic between Perkins Cove and the main part of Ogunquit (this is a great place to start a walk along Marginal Way).  Under it lies one of the prettiest commercial harbors in the state, with picture-perfect lobster boats (many old-fashioned wood boats) lying at their moorings. Someday I hope to be there when a boat sounds its horn to ask for the bridge to be drawn, and to maybe even be the one who gets to press the "open" button.  I should be so lucky!

Does it get better than this?  Squuueeee!  So cute.

I love this bridge.

Looking towards Perkins Cove

In the harbor.

I happen to be an adult  . . . sort of.

Must.  Resist.  Urge.  To.  Push.  Button.

And while you're there . . . .

Belfast:  With amazing views of Belfast Harbor and the Demillo's marina, this is a great way to get from one side of Belfast Harbor to the other.  A perfect day would be a little shopping in downtown Belfast (a super-funky little town), then walking over the footbridge to Young's Lobster Pound.

A great view of very pretty boats.

Dory approves.

Belfast Harbor at its best.

Boothbay Harbor:  Even though Boothbay is a bit touristy, it still has its charms.  One of them in the footbridge stretching across the harbor.  This is a great way to get out into the middle of things, and you'll get views of the amazing boats that fill Boothbay Harbor.

Pretty.

A nice view from the bridge.

It gets skinny past the bridge.

Makes you feel like you're out on the water!

Get out there and see Maine!

My favorite search phrases that lead to this blog

It's the two year anniversary of this blog, and that means I've had a lot of visitors.  Some of them find me with very interesting searches:

marine biology, gay friendly, cities

Yes, Portland.

coach purse with fish and sea weed on front of it

Can't help you here.

ice fishing shack maine images

and

lovers talk ice fishing means

don't know about lovers, but here's a picture of the smelt shacks on the Androscoggin in Brunswick, and here's a blogpost about them

Ice fishing shacks on the Androscoggin in Brunswick

why is a moon snail called a moon?
moon snail foot
biggest moon snail ever found
best beaches to find moon snails in Nova Scotia
Moon Snail Foot

Nooooow you're talking my language!  Moon snails are one of the coolest organisms in Maine.  I find them by visiting mudflats (preferably not too soft; they seem to like sandy mud) at low tide.  They usually burrow under the sand during daytime low tides, to avoid predation by gulls.  So you need to look for just the top of their shells, or a disturbed patch of sediment.  They get big.  Really big, like 3-4 inches across.  Let me know if you find any!

clams in the news

Here you go.  Oh, here too.

beluga whale harpswell maine

There was indeed a beluga in Casco Bay not long ago.  Poor lost guy.

working waterfront platform and rope house

Check out my tribute to working waterfront.

Or just enjoy these photos:

Mooring lines during winter, Castine.

Cutler, where the tides are REAL.

Cutler.

Harpswell.

Camden.

just keep us lovers ocean

Agreed.

illegal campfire in bay of fundi park

I don't recommend breaking the law.  I do recommend visiting Fundy National Park in Canada.

nice beaches in Kittery

Try these.

harpswell island dispute land trust

I think you're talking about Cedar Beach.  If I can figure out what the heck's going on out there, I'll write about it.  It truly is a beautiful spot.

Cronkite Casco Bay

Walter was a devoted sailor, and called Casco Bay some of the best cruising in the world.


nova scotia alewife runs news 2014

I don't know much about Nova Scotia, but here in Maine, there are 3 great places to see alewives in spring.
spring point beach dog friendly?

Yes, it is.

stairs in cliffs maine

How about Giant Steps?

lobster rolls in beaufort nc

Have the fried oysters or peel-n-eat shrimp instead.  Try them here, one of my favs.

Reds Eats is there anywhere to sit

Yes, outside.

pictures down east

Okay:

Quoddy Head State Park.  You must go.

Times are hard Downeast.

But beautiful.

Everything is for sale seems like.

neck lover,blogspot
maine hip waders

bay of fundy hip waders
wellies woman bay of fundy pictures

These all sound kinky.  Sickos.

best downeast tide pool

Try the Schoodic Peninsula.

basking shark size
Do basking sharks have a blowhole?


Big, and no; they have gills not lungs.  Go HERE for more info.

large footed tiny shelled saltwater snail

Ya got me on this one.

can you eat the snails out of the ocean?

Some of them.  Periwinkles are commercially harvested in some places.  And yes, I have.