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Brother Paul, Donna and I set sail back to the mainland this morning on the Hardy III and while the seas were not nearly as rough as the trip out, they were still rolling some. The visibility, was if anything worse, as fog, thick as pea soup, surrounded the ship until about 100 yards from our destination of New Harbor when the sky turned a beautiful blue.
We, along with the other dozen or so passengers, were given a rousing send off by the cousins and various hangers-on at the dock. We parted ways thoroughly bitten by the Monhegan bug, vowing to return next year or at least a lot sooner than the 15 years since our last visit.