L.L. Bean, Inc., of Freeport, Maine, offers a fly fishing hot line. You may speak to one of their fly fishing specialists any day from 8 am. through 10 pm., by calling 1-800-347-4552.
Wilderness, when mentioned in this book, does not always refer to designated wilderness areas; it refers to the complete tranquility of Maine’s wild and remote areas. Wilderness is a state of mind, and Maine has more than its share of places where that state of mind is a reality, not just a concept.
For a complete list of private campgrounds in Maine, call the Maine Campground Owners Association at 207-782-5874.
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At the highest point of the In Bus, the reefs are only three metres below the surface on an ebb tide and are permanently submerged. They are the seaward end of the hard, black igneous dolerite seam of rocks which are mentioned in the section on the History of the Farne Islands. The dolerite reef, standing up to 25 metres high in places, is about 600 metres in length and lies in what appears to be two sections which are divided by a 100-metre wide funnel-shaped channel 25 metres deep. The two Buses, however, are in fact linked together a quarter of a mile to the north. They are a formidable barrier against which the sea is forced to change direction, causing the treacherous rip tides and overfalls that have given the reefs the name of Whirl Rocks. This particular area is probably the worst and most dangerous site on the whole of the northeast coast of Britain. The site is even marked on the Admiralty Charts with whirlpool and eddy symbols to warn craft of the potential dangers they pose. What we refer to as Seal Gut, between Longstone and Knavestone, is as bad as you would have thought the tide and currents could get, yet the tidal run on Whirl Rocks is about three knots faster and a lot more serious to navigate in a small craft. During spring tides the whole area is just a mass of foaming, seething, white rolling water in which it would be very easy to swamp even a RHIB of five metres. ‘Whirls’, as we prefer to call them, are a ship’s graveyard, where 20 metre canyons and gullies are piled high with the wreckage of vessels, a real testimony to the ferocity of the treacherous tidal forces.