When the ferries leave Monhegan, occasionally people say goodbye until next time by jumping from the dock. We take the Hardy boat back to New Harbor. If there are jumpers, the ferry will pull forward, turn around; the captain will call out a countdown and the jumpers take the plunge, climb out, and we head off out of the harbor. This year, our 27-year old friend jumped for us. It was a bold and meaningful tribute, especially at low tide as it was last week. Not only does the water hover in the low 60s, but the water is 12 to 15 feet below the dock. She and another young man jumped, clambered up the ladder, then waved goodbye wrapped in their towels. It was a lovely gesture.
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