Last night (Monday May 30) around 10 p.m. I was reading near the window in our room looking out on the Bay of Fundy when I noticed the lights of lobster boats returning on the high tide.
Going down on the dock, I met a white-bearded captain who had a young man and woman each in their twenties as crew. They had left on the tide at 9 a.m. and would put in an almost fourteen hour day before getting home. They would take Tuesday off and catch the tide again on Wednesday.
The boats held some fish used for bait and crates of lobsters. One fellow said each crate held about fifty lobsters; the captain said 100 pounds. The captain would not say, but someone else said three crates was a good day. I counted ten being off-loaded onto trucks.
Getting the lobsters on the dock was not easy because the boats were still very low. The dock is constructed to take the highest tides which with the full moon at the right point of the ellipse and incoming winds could be fourteen feet higher than we saw. The boats are tied tightly to an upright pole so that the moorings can slide up and down with the tides. They also lower a trapezoidal framework (about three feet high by three feet wide, three feet thick at the top and two feet thick at the bottom) over the side which keeps the boat upright when it sits on the mud at low tide.
The little town of Alma was long put to bed as I started back to the hotel. A gray fox came walking down the center of the street — the captain and his crew were as delighted to see it as I was.