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 …
