I slept extremely poorly, probably due to the malt liquor, and did not emerge from the v-berth until noon. It was raining lightly, but the high winds we expected from the passing storm were totally absent. We walked to the grocery store in Liverpool and tied Caly up where she could duck out of the …
We left Brooklyn and sailed out of the harbour on a run, with clear skies. Our sailing was becoming routine, and we took turns at the tiller as the other smeared sunscreen, ate peanut butter and banana sandwich, brushed teeth, filled water bottle, and donned hat and sunglasses. We sailed through a stream of podcasts until …
Yesterday, we overheard a local say that the tall ships were coming in tomorrow morning, for the Lunenburg Folk Festival. As I laid in bed, I heard the loud, deep horn of one said tall ship announcing her arrival. After visual confirmation of said arrival, I attempted to fall back asleep, but soon after the …
We motored out of Lunenburg and away from the tall ships, past numerous boats headed towards the harbor to add their occupants to the crowds. Turning North out of the harbor we raised the sails and crossed the mouth of Mahone Bay heading for Shut In Island in St. Margaret’s Bay. The winds died and …
We rose to gray skies and wind, raised the anchor and set off on a close reach back out of St. Margaret’s Bay. As we exited the narrower entrance the waves grew larger, a horrible mix of swell and chop. The wind was against us and rather than delay our journey by tacking upwind we …
We rose before six and hauled anchor to get moving. The winds were forecast to become too strong for comfortable sailing around noon; we planned to be on a mooring by then. We left the protection of the Roost, as a gentle orange sun appeared below low clouds, and motored out between Betty and Shannon, …
