Here's the guys getting onto the Vagabond. There were 26 fishermen; 3 crew. There was a large group of teen agers from a summer camp in southern Maine. The day was beautiful and we all enjoyed the chilly 1 hour ride out to the fishing site. 
Dawson enjoying the ride.
Chris chatting with the captain.
Stopped by an island on the way to see seals basking in the sun and spotted a young eagle in the tree.
Chris stole my camera to document the fact that I had a pole in my hand...
Here was the deck hand putting rubber bands ont he lobster claws. After we fished, on the way back to dock, they picked up their lobster pots, got out any lobsters and re-baited them. He had a string of about a dozen pots. Got quite an education on lobsters. Then there was a lottery for who got the lobsters....about 10 of them, and the clams. Dawson won a lobsteer and I got 6 clams.
Self portrait...
He had bands on his claws....but we had to do every bit of coercing we could do to get Dawson to hold this lobster up....Didn't have time to get a better background so the lobster would show better. I just got what I got and that was that.
At the dock there was a take out sea food place that cooked our catch for us. They did it for nothing so we felt obligated to buy the fixin's. Lotta work to get a little food....but it was yummy.
Dawson got to my camera after washing the butter off of his fingers and snapped this one. He didn't eat much of the crabs....we sure encouraged him to, though.
Monday morning as we left our drive of the Seawall campground, look what was there to greet us. Isn't she beautiful?
A lighthouse on Dessert Mountain Island....named by the explorer Champlain because the mountains didn't have trees on top and he thought from a distance that it might be a dessert. This is the same island where Bar Harbor is, and the Acadia National Park, and where we spent from Sunday noon-ish to Wednesday noon-ish.
The tide is out.
Dawson at a ranger program in the park: Bird-ology
This was one huge rig in the camp with us....on a Mercedes truck. They brought it over on the boat from Germany. It is HUGE. That is 7 steps to get up to it. It's on a Military vehicle. No power steeri.ng, no AC, veery bumpy. A bit of over-kill I would say, but the owners hope to go to Iceland some day. Personally looks to me like it'd be great in Alaska
Dawson on the dock in Eastport, Maine, the furthest east town in the U.S.
Ordering our food at the little fish carry-out that the "locals" told us about. No tourist could ever find it. It was down a dirt road and on the shore. We had lobster rolls. From seeing how little meat you actually get from a whole lobster, I think I will continue to order the lobster roll...ya get lots of lobster and it's very yummy. Dawson doesn't know what he's missing when he doesn't order one.
OK....now jumping back in time. On Sunday we left Deer Island by car ferry and in the rain and went to Campobello Island, where Franklin D. Roosevelt spent most of the summers of his boyhood, as did most of the victorian wealthy of his era. The room above is the school room in their home (They had a tudor).
The living room. Has an awesome view of Passamaquoddy Bay (spelling???)
The Roosevelt home. This island is in Canada, but the home is a historical site run by both countries as a symbol of our friendship. Quite a beautiful and lavish place. FDR was quite an athlete and sailor. It was here that he was struck with polio as an adult.
July 11, 2009 Deer Island, New Brunswick, CanadaThis is a glorious little island right in the middle of the Bay of Fundi, off the eastest city in the USA, Eastpoint, Maine.
Our camp is right on the bluff beside the exact point where Old Sow Whirlpool may form just before high tide. So, I’m going to be out there with a camera watching for it.
(The above is the best picture I got of the disturbance that I could tell from the whirlpool. All the conditions have to be just right)
You may or may not know that the Bay of Fundi is the one place in the world with the highest tide. The second place is the Turnagainarm south of Anchorage, AK….and we saw that last year.
We drove around the island after we found the camp site. It’s about the size of Mackinac Island. Took many beautiful pictures. There are about 700 year round residents. We took the car ferry here from Eastpoint, ME. From here we have to hop another ferry to Campobello to tour that island tomorrow. Then we take the bridge back to Lubec ME. It’s kind of nice to have these passports because we can just pop over to Canada. And would you believe that getting off the car ferry here on Deer Island and going through customs, it was the FIRST TIME that the customs officer asked if we had a permission letter to have Dawson along with us. She said that they are real big on lost children here in New Brunswick.
You may or may not know that the Bay of Fundi is the one place in the world with the highest tide. The second place is the Turnagainarm south of Anchorage, AK….and we saw that last year.
We drove around the island after we found the camp site. It’s about the size of Mackinac Island. Took many beautiful pictures. There are about 700 year round residents. We took the car ferry here from Eastpoint, ME. From here we have to hop another ferry to Campobello to tour that island tomorrow. Then we take the bridge back to Lubec ME. It’s kind of nice to have these passports because we can just pop over to Canada. And would you believe that getting off the car ferry here on Deer Island and going through customs, it was the FIRST TIME that the customs officer asked if we had a permission letter to have Dawson along with us. She said that they are real big on lost children here in New Brunswick.
Our evening on Deer Island was lots of fun. A primitive camp right over-looking Passamodoquoddy Bay (right across the island from Bay of Fundi). We were camped where we could have a ring-side seat for one of God’s spectacular shows of the Old Sow Tidal Whirlpool. If all the conditions are right, it is the western hemishpere’s largest whirlpool….like it can open a 40 ft. deep hole in the center. (I’m not going to bore you with all the factors that make this phenomenon). Well….we were waiting, sitting and watching….but no whirlpool. We saw definite disturbances in the water; saw little areas where the water current was going different ways….but alas and alak…no whirlpool. But it was fun trying to see it.
The tide is in. Saw this little boat as we got on the island.
The tide is out. 
While watching for the whirlpool, this "pirate ship" sailed past.
Look close. As we were waiting for the fery to Campobello, these divers were going down. Saw lots of divers. They said this area is fantastic for diving. The conditions were awesome. And...doesn't matter if it's raining, right?
Our camp on Deer Island, accross from both Eastpoint Maine, and Campobello Island, Canada. 
The car ferry that took us to both Deer Island and Campobello Island. Sorry these pictures were patheticly out of order and I turned you all into schitzophrenics trying to remember what I wrote earlier.....I can blame the program, computer, or what have you. But, that's the way it is. Don't have a lot of time when I post the blog to mess around and make it perfect.
So, until we connect again.....
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