So this is the final installment. I collected all the other photographer's cameras and uploaded the photos to Picasa. You can see it after the jump.
If you're wondering where I am, you can probably guess that I'm behind the camera on this particular shot (no cardboard cutouts available). Everyone was a good sport on this shot, and let me meter and do some exposure-test shots. But we got this fine group photo. For those of you in California (and Vermont and Colorado and Florida), here are the people from left to right, then the two in back and one front-most:
L-R:Matthew Farley, Lauren Lombard, Michelle Hume (white sweatshirt), Jennifer Penner, Brittany Brockmann Penner (USM sweatshirt), Adriana Lombard (orange pull-over), Eduardo, John Howe (blue windbreaker), David Gerrans, Jonathan Gerrans (green t-shirt).
Front: Becky (red pull-over)
Back row (L-R): Robin and Brandon.
The corporate solitude was very peaceful, but the combination of the motion of the ocean water, the warm sun, the gentle breeze, and the extremely good company (not to mention a cool dip in the ocean), was better than an expensive luxury cruise or a month's worth of Prozac (so I've heard, I've never actually been on it). Between the rescue attempt (go, Lauren!) of John's expensive and confidence enhancing optics, and the accidental dips in the water, and the dead spots of wind, I thought it was a huge success.
Incidentally, for the close of the Sabbath that night, we looked at Gen 28:15, a fitting text, I thought because of the ephemeral nature of many of the futures of the individuals of this voyage. But the promise was one of guidance and security where ever these guys find themselves, whether it be in Michigan, Canada, Argentina, Ethiopia, New Hampshire, or Maine. The promise is that God would not leave us until He has brought us to the Land of Promise, as He said He would.
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| Arrival on Whaleboat, since the S2 (they haven't named her yet), has a retractable centerboard (type of Keel) so we could slide pretty close to shore to unload people and food. |
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| Lauren: The Photographer Poses |
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| Jonathan: Unfortunately his the sun made his face match his shorts! |
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| Setting up shelter. Not really necessary to have tents. Maine summer is beautiful! |
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| Three boys pitching the tent. Leave it to the girl to read the directions :-) |
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| No matter how remote, one commodity we can't live without (not referring to the Fritos). |
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| David and Becky bring us to the modern era with the introduction of fire. |
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| Our skipper makes further progress with the introduction of new fire pit architecture: the Log Cabin. |
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| As posh as any luxury, our dining room had a hearth for warmth, but everyone congregated around the food. Of course. |
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| Facing west we see a beautiful (albeit curious) specimen of nature, and behind them is the sunset over Portland. |
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| Whaleboat Island Preserve (Eduardo came all the way from Argentina, Bienvenidos!) |
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| Loading up the S2 the next morning. |
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| Lauren to the rescue (now John can see where we're going.) |
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| With John as the Skipper, we weren't wanting for learning experiences. Jenn takes position as First Mate to hoist the jib. |
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| I spent a lot of time on the bow (that's the front of the boat). Better view for the lead dog, they say. |
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| Like this... until we got further out, the water looked like this. |
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| Some of us jumped in to cool down, some intentionally, others less so. |
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| Towing the lonely Tripper. |
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| Yup, that's me behind the camera again (the whole crew minus David and Jonathan). |
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So now, I have to go again, and again. Something about the ocean, and the salt-water smell, and the sea weed. Or maybe Gen 1:2 "...and the Spirit of God moved upon the waters ..." Yeah, that must be it.
To see slide shows go here (hit the play button on the top of the starting photos):
But you might have to get out on the water for it to make you want a boat, too.
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