Grabbing the Grail:
Circumnavigating Great Wass Island in Downeast Maine (Dec. 28, 2003)
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Wass map.
My carbon kevlar kayak had just run aground in the mud. The temperature
was 18 degrees F and a stiff quartering wind had been trying
to push me off course with each stroke. It was only 7:45 AM,
and I
had been
up for more than 3 hours, 2 of which had been spent driving 100
miles to Jonesport Maine for the launch. That was when I looked
down on my deck to see that the waterproof chart spread in front
of me was not for the Great Wass Archipelago but for the Deer Isle
Archipelago, fifty miles south.
Every ambitious trip has its moment of doubt, when basic
faith in the enterprise collapses. On this trip,
that moment came in the first half hour, and after that things began
to go more smoothly. It happened that I had a second chart in my
forward compartment.
This one, too, proved to be of the Stonington
Archipelago. (Isn't redundancy wonderful?) However, I decided it
was still safe to continue the trip on several counts: (1) the plan
for the
day was a 16 mile circumnavigation of Great Wass island -- no crossings
would be necessary (2) the final one-third of the trip involved
a route that was already familiar to me (3)
visibility was unlimited
and was expected to remain that way (4) the new GPS I had along
would partly make up for the lack of a chart.
I reversed direction out of the mud flats, wincing as my hull scraped
over muscle beds, and detoured west, upwind around several more
sets of islands, before I could
find
passage
to the south.
During my life as a sea paddler, there has always been a trip that
has served as a Holy Grail, a trip far enough out of reach to make
it not immediately attainable but not so far out of reach as to be
unrealistic. That Grail has gradually shifted to be located in progressively
more remote and challenging destinations. For the past 18 months,
Great Wass Island,
a largely wild Nature Conservancy island in far downeast Maine had
served as my Grail. Frequent fog, cold water, 12 foot tides, a remote
sparsely populated location, and rocky headlands with open exposure
to the south all add to the difficulty factor for this trip. (In the
big
scheme
of
things,
this was still a very moderate endeavor, but as most paddlers with
families can attest, having two young children at home, a full
time job plus a part time business,
can all contribute
to the
difficulty
level of trips.)
I had paddled part way around Great Wass island on a couple of times
during the previous summer, but each time either fog, big seas, or
less ambitious paddling companions had prohibited any serious thought
of making
it around
the island.
It seemed ironic that -- if the forecast of 40 degree temperatures,
light northwest winds, and clear skies held true, this late December
trip would prove easier than previous attempts.
I launched at dawn, about an hour before low tide, from the little
fishing-gear-strewn beach near the bridge to Beals Island in Jonesport.
I had decided
to paddle
the island
in a counterclockwise direction, figuring the eastern shore would
put me in the lee of the winds for my return trip. This, however,
did mean paddling against the current under the Beals Island bridge,
and against the wind during the first
cold 45 minutes of the trip.
Once I got out of the mud flats, I continued west northwest along
Moosabec Reach, past Norton Island and Pomp Island, and finally swung
to the south and then southeast to point my bow back toward the now
somewhat distant shores of Great Wass. With the wind at my back, I
made good time past the Norton ledges -- where I sighted several
seals and quite a few loons -- and then over to Ram island, where
I threaded between
Ram and Outer Ram before heading south again to Browney Island,
Fisherman Island, and Crumple
Island.
As the sun climbed a bit higher, my spirits warmed. I slid my pogies
to the center of my paddle shaft and paddled with bare hands,
although the air temp. lingered at 30 degrees. Fisherman Island
is
long low and relatively treeless. I contemplated going ashore for
a break, but was lured onward by the hill on rocky Crumple Island
just ahead. Crumple made for a difficult landing, surrounded as it
is
by jumbled
rocks and a thick skirt of seaweed. The 1 foot chop made it difficult
to get the kayak ashore without leaving patches of white gelcoat
(or worse) on the rocks.
Once ashore on Crumple, I carried my kayak as far up the seaweed
zone as I could, weighing the risks of leaving the kayak exposed
to the now rising tide and increasing waves versus the danger of
falling on the seaweed thereby smashing my kayak on the rocks (that
was one call to the Coast Guard I really did not want to make).
The scramble up the hill on Crumple (elevation 66) provided for
a magnificent, if wind-chilled view of Pond Point on Great Wass,
the islands
of the archipelago
stretching
away to the west and northwest, and to the mighty Atlantic to the
south. I lingered long enough to snap a few photos and then headed
back down the hill to get some protection from the wind.
From Crumple, I made the crossing to Pond Point and then swung north
into a large indentation into the coast that I believed to be Great
Pond. (The GPS screen did not provide adequate detail here.) Great
Pond was one of the features of the trip that had sparked my interest:
with exposure to the south and red granite cliffs on both sides,
the
pond is a
large inlet that becomes land locked at low
tide.
The tide, just 2 hours after low, was not yet high enough
to permit entering the pond via boat. I pulled ashore on the
seaweed beds, walked "upstream" against the current to
get closer to the "The Pond" and imagined what it would
be like to spend a summer afternoon there along its quiet shores,
with
swells from the Atlantic booming just a few hundred yards away.
Leaving the pond, I rounded Red Head, chasing rafts of Scoters
and Oldsquaw off in front of me. Sea conditions here were very
calm, as I was now in the lee of the wind. It was an ideal day
to be there, with the sun warming the air along the red cliffs
and the nearly flat sea conditions that allowed me to paddle close
alongside.
The cliffs are punctuated by a number of long narrow chasms. I
was able to explore several of them, and stopped in one to pull
my boat up onto the rocks -- quite a trick with the mild swell
that
pushed in every few seconds. I
climbed deeper, back into the chasm and up to get a grand view
of the
shoreline and open water to the south. Then climbed back down
to stand in the sunshine near my kayak
(the rock was too cold to sit on) and eat my lunch of boiled eggs
and
bagels.
The gorgeous stretch of coast between Pond Point and Pond Head
was a highlight of the trip. As I rounded Pond
Head,
I considered
extending the trip by heading northwest to Mistake Island. But
the prospect of increased exposure to the wind plus shoulders
sore from a 2 hour stint with a maul (taking down an old garage)
a couple of days previously weighed against it.
Instead, I tucked along
the shore of Popplestone Cove, enjoying the antics of the scoters.
An eagle flew up from behind a ledge and then quickly flashed
down out of sight again. Several seals shadowed me for a short
distance. I passed dramatic Little Cape Point, which one the
three previous times I had reached there (from the north)
was a
wild zone
of pounding surf.
The rising tide eased me along past Mud Hole Point. My shoulders
were sore, the waters were calmer, the day was finally warmer.
I was soon paddling a shoreline that was again interspersed with
houses. It became clear that the biggest challenges of the day
were well
behind
me. The
return
trip along
Great Wass,
through
the
channel inside Pig Island, over to French House Island, and then
across the Moosabec Reach to my launch site went without incident.
As I paddled, I had spent a good portion of my time looking east,
toward the Lighthouse on Mistake Island as well as the deep harbor
between Steele Harbor Island and Head Harbor Island. I had read
somewhere the harbor there was of distinctive beauty . . . and
somewhere deep inside me, the vision of another trip was already
being born.
Ray Wirth finally made it around Great Wass Island
on December 28, 2003. He did the trip solo, paddled a QCC Q700
kayak, and wore a Bomber Gear
dry suit. Next time he will make triple sure he has the right
chart.
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