We rose early in order to ride the tide up to Pubnico. On account of the sputtering engine and animated throttle we opted for the route outside of both Stoddart Island and those off of Forbes Point. We stopped and shut the motor off (opposing winds again today) and jigged for Cod off Pubnico Peninsula. …
We headed out of Lower West Pubnico as the ebb tide ended, and rode the flood north towards Yarmouth. We chose a route through the islands off Big Tusket, which gave us lots to look at as we glided north. The first was the Principality of Outer Baldonia, a fishing lodge turned micro-nation where angling …
We left Yarmouth early while the harbor was very calm; I cooked eggs and English muffins below deck while Andrew navigated out the channel. The engine ran smooth. With the current, we did seven knots up to the narrow passage between Brier and Long Island. The charts were dotted with markings for six knot currents …
The loud rumble of a diesel engine revving woke me. As I opened my eyes to early twilight, I heard water rushing past the hull, the backwash of the prop from a lobster boat tying up in front of us. I fell back asleep and woke again after sunrise as Andrew’s footsteps faded away to …
In a semi-awake state I noted the boat was rocking considerably, shifting my weight from side to side. I struggled to shirk the unwanted consciousness and keep sleeping. When the brightening light and continued rocking willed me out of bed, I saw the night’s calm had been replaced by boat wakes, their makers stop-starting to …
In the morning, after our best efforts to sleep through too many twilight boat wakes and the sound of a hard plastic mooring rapping on the hull, we went back to the town dock. Andrew paid for the night’s mooring. It actually did not belong to the town, as it turned out, but we had …
