Penobscot Bay is a place of hidden anchorages and distant lighthouses in the mist, a place where scattered fishing villages perch atop granite rising with bright moss and spiderwebs of lichen. It is a place where the people make a living out of what the ocean provides and struggle when it doesn’t, and it breeds a different type of soul, one that lives a bit closer to the water’s surface and understands the ebb and flow of a life lived closely with nature.