Page 1 Page 2 Page 3 Page 4 Page 5 Page 6 Page 7 Page 8 Page 9 Page 10 Page 11 Page 12 Page 13 Page 14 Page 15 Page 16 Page 17 Page 18 Page 19 Page 20 Page 21 Page 22 Page 23 Page 24 Page 25 Page 26 Page 27 Page 28 Page 29 Page 30 Page 31 Page 32 Page 33 Page 34 Page 35 Page 36 Page 37 Page 38 Page 39 Page 40 Page 41 Page 42 Page 43 Page 44 Page 45 Page 46 Page 47 Page 48 Page 49 Page 50 Page 51 Page 52 Page 53 Page 54 Page 55 Page 56 Page 57 Page 58 Page 59 Page 60 Page 61 Page 62 Page 63 Page 64 Page 65 Page 66 Page 67 Page 68 Page 69 Page 70 Page 71 Page 72 Page 73 Page 74 Page 75 Page 76 Page 77 Page 78 Page 79 Page 80 Page 81 Page 82 Page 83 Page 84 Page 85 Page 86 Page 87 Page 88 Page 89 Page 90 Page 91 Page 92 Page 93 Page 94 Page 95 Page 96 Page 97 Page 98 Page 99 Page 100 Page 101 Page 102 Page 103 Page 104 Page 105 Page 106 Page 107 Page 108 Page 109 Page 110 Page 111 Page 112 Page 113 Page 114 Page 115 Page 116 Page 117 Page 118 Page 119 Page 120 Page 121 Page 122 Page 123 Page 124 Page 125 Page 126 Page 127 Page 128 Page 129 Page 130 Page 131 Page 132 Page 133 Page 134 Page 135 Page 136 Page 137 Page 138 Page 139 Page 140j u ly / a u g u s t 2 0 1 6 9 5 out there Castaway on Kent Island Imagine a summer spent among seabirds and scientists on a tiny island in the Atlantic. Story & photos By Emily Weyrauch Start by driving six hours up the coast of Maine, crossing over the bor- der into Canada. Catch a ferry from Blacks Harbor to Grand Manan Island. Once there, drive across the island, passing at least five churches, until you get to Seal Cove. Hop onto a lobster boat for a choppy hour-long ride through the dense fog. Drop anchor, jump into a tiny dinghy, and ride it to shore. Finally, trudge through knee-deep mud for twenty minutes before arriving at the actual ‘dock,’ since it’s low tide and the boat can’t make it all the way in. Almost a full day after setting out, you’ve arrived. Located in the Bay of Fundy, Kent Island is less than two miles long, with Nova Sco- tia visible to the east on a rare clear day– the island is wrapped in heavy fog one in three days of the summer. I arrive on Kent’s shores with 12 other students, a duffel bag full of rain gear, and a stack of poetry books, for two months of research and writing at The Bowdoin Scientific Station. into the wild Every day, I hike the rough path past over- grown grassy fields where Savannah spar- rows build their nests. Through a lush for- est and ferns tangled by morning dewy spider webs, I wend my way to the rocky shore of the North End. Here I sit and write, scribbling down dis- jointed lines of poetry in my waterproof notebook and sketching watercolor land- scapes. From my spot on the North End I spy Hay Island, smaller and more over- grown, accessible only at the lowest tides by scrambling over slippery rocks cov- ered with seaweed. Spilling time, I watch the tide ebb and flow, exposing rocks that connect Kent to Hay, then covering them again. The ocean is a heartbeat, picking up gulps of water along the shore and releas- ing them, punctuated by the squawking of herring gulls. The island is loud with sounds of the Earth; the once-familiar hum of hu- man life–honking cars and whirring ma- chines–are conspicuously absent. In many Bowdoin student Emily Weyrauch isolates the extraordinary during her sophomore summer on Kent Island, a stone’s throw over the border into Canada. An important eco- logical research site, Kent Island houses visiting students and scientists in stark surroundings. Emily shares her science and solitude on this unique isle.