Green Island is an old granite quarry. There are big slabs lying around, some piled up into a makeshift wharf, and other chunks and large scree scattered around in now overgrown piles. We’re not sure if we were supposed to go there or not, but Hunt told us that if we anchored off this little notch (making a quick pencil mark on the chart), and headed inland, we’d find an old quarry site surrounded by firs and spruce, and full of fresh water. And we did! Lots of diving and leaping into this beautiful, warm, soft fresh water. What a treat! Fresh water is a rationed commodity for us. A wonderful jungle pool!
We also met Gurund, a botanist with the Maine Heritage Trail, who it turns out manages the island (oops!). She was doing a transect, following her compass across the island, noting down the biodiversity. I wonder if her transect now includes two kiwis near the island’s north east corner.
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