We spent a couple nights anchored in McCargo Cove, hiking during the day and jumping in for a swim/bath before dinnertime. The water was 49 degrees so we didn’t linger there. Our mast became a clothesline for our wetsuits. A family of loons lived in the cove where we were anchored and we enjoyed watching the parents and offspring.
Severe thunderstorms rumbled over the island around midnight on our first day here. For hours, thunder and lightning crashed all around us. In my sleepy state, I figured that the lightning would hit the tall trees surrounding the cove, and didn’t give it much worry.