Our old family friend, Bobby Little, lived in Ohio but loved to cruise the Maine coast, something his lovely wife Ann was not eager to do. He often sailed with us but he liked to be independent and to explore the hundreds of Maine islands on his own. He needed a boat for that, a boat that would fit on top of his station wagon so it could easily be transported from Ohio to Maine and back. It had to be big enough to hold him, he was not a small man, plus his waterproof duffle, camping gear and tent.
For the task he chose the venerable Dyer Dhow and aboard his little cruiser, with its simple rig, centerboard and outboard rudder, he explored Penobscot Bay. In the evenings, he would find a protected beach where he could haul the dinghy above the high tide line, pitch his tent, light a driftwood fire and cook whatever he had in his little cooler while sipping a Martini. For a week every summer, he lived under the sun and stars, communed with the eagles and explored the bay in his nine-foot Dhow. It was all he needed. Read More
