Tubby Legs, a Finboat designed by Harry Bryan of New Brunswick, Canada, has a flexible fin off the stern. Reciprocating foot pedals push the fin back and forth, propelling the vessel through the water like an undulating fish. It’s the eighth boat built at Islesford Boatworks, a summer boatbuilding school.
Cottrell Boatbuilding of Searsport, Maine, built a pair of custom classic Moths for a customer who had raced Moths when he was young. His charge to the Cottrells: “Design and build me two identical Moths within the classic Moth rules.”
Teresa L. Carey, who spent two years sailing alone on a boat and writes a blog called “Sailing, Simplicity, and the Pursuit of Happiness,” shares her thoughts about why the water makes us happy and why we should spend more time in boats.
Who hasn’t dreamed about a car that can go in the water? A German company made amphibious cars in the 1960s and exported them to the United States. Some are still on the road today. Bob Stover of Belfast, Maine, has owned and restored three of these plucky hybrids, which are at home both on land and in the water.
Novelist Alice Greenway sailed a leg in the first-ever Black Sea Tall Ships Regatta last spring. Along with Greenway, the crew of the 170-foot Kaliakra included twenty-five Bulgarian maritime high school students, two teachers, and a dozen seamen.
The Island Country Golf Club on Deer Isle is one of those rare institutions that bring together people of all sorts. Affordable and accessible, it’s the kind of place where golfers of all ages and abilities can enjoy the ancient game. A recent expansion and renovation has made the course even more of a joy to play.
Writer Mimi Steadman visits Biddeford Pool, a community of shingle-style cottages in Saco Bay. Named Winter Harbor by the Europeans who settled there in the 1600s, it should have been called Summer Harbor, because summer is when the town buzzes with activity.
Although Henry David Thoreau published his book about the Maine woods 150 years ago, his vision and words still resonate today. Thoreau’s experience of the Maine woods was a confrontation with himself, with humans’ place on the planet, and with the meaning of civilization.