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, …
For the third consecutive morning we walked into Halifax, this time in search of groceries. We loaded back up on our staples, bananas, apples, trail mix, cheese, sardines, crackers, chips, and beans, among other things. We flustered another cashier with an American debit card, which runs as credit card, evidently. Back on a fully provisioned …
Andrew woke before me and went for a coffee at Timmy’s. He returned and led me back to see the glass blowers working intently in their shop nearby. We watched until it felt like too much staring, and then headed to the Halifax Central Library. The library proved amazing, although our frame of reference was …
The wind was strong when we woke and we could hear the surf breaking on the other side of the peninsula, some distance away. I cooked heavily buttered English muffins in the cast iron pan and put on water for Andrew’s coffee. The beautiful green hulled yawl at the end of the cove, a Hinckley, …
We motored out of Rogues Roost in light winds and shortly thereafter raised the sails on a close reach for Mahone Bay. I unrolled the main and reconnected the sliders on the bolt rope to the track on the mast; we had left the sail that way on account of the high winds two days …
