Never complain about the price of fish!
Just before 0500, we be pulled out of our little hole in the sand bar battered, sick and very tired. We were immediately confronted with a tiller that was just about to fall apart after a night of bashing about in the surf. Quick diagnosis and repair precluded the possibility of a loss of irreplaceable parts and we carried on. The seas were rolling but regular and we were free again. Sailing was up and down but steady and we thought it a good idea to pull in at some harbour to dry out a bit and stand on the ground after having spent about 24 hours on the boat, rocking, pitching and rolling hard all the time. While in the harbour, we met a retired Acadian fisher, Marcel, who also spoke in tongues unfamiliar, but was also bilingual (Acadian and English). We spoke of sailing and spending time on the water in all conditions and some of the prices paid. He retold his tale of going out fishing as a boy with his father in the 1959 season. Thirty of his neighbors and colleagues were lost on the water when a storm hit. His respect for the sea was shaped early and firmly for life. He now stands on a river bank from time to time, fly fishing for salmon with his buddies.
The day cleared as we went on, we got our things dried out, including our nautical charts and pushed on in sunny and warm weather.
Shediac Bay Marina is where ended our day. a lovely place where many come by boat to spend a week enjoying the local events. The only caution given to us was not to sail too close to the nesting terns because they get mad. These birds are protected and they are trying to find ways to control their nuisance factor without causing them any harm. Dinner was enjoyed in town after a little walk to get there. We had the opportunity to meet another sailor who is short one chart for his voyage north. We lent him the one he needed and he will return it to us by post in a week or two. All in all, a nice day.
We plan to push for Charlettown tomorrow, thus ending our adventure as constraints will not permit us to achieve Cape Breton, as we had initially intended.
That's it for now,
donandjohn
Just before 0500, we be pulled out of our little hole in the sand bar battered, sick and very tired. We were immediately confronted with a tiller that was just about to fall apart after a night of bashing about in the surf. Quick diagnosis and repair precluded the possibility of a loss of irreplaceable parts and we carried on. The seas were rolling but regular and we were free again. Sailing was up and down but steady and we thought it a good idea to pull in at some harbour to dry out a bit and stand on the ground after having spent about 24 hours on the boat, rocking, pitching and rolling hard all the time. While in the harbour, we met a retired Acadian fisher, Marcel, who also spoke in tongues unfamiliar, but was also bilingual (Acadian and English). We spoke of sailing and spending time on the water in all conditions and some of the prices paid. He retold his tale of going out fishing as a boy with his father in the 1959 season. Thirty of his neighbors and colleagues were lost on the water when a storm hit. His respect for the sea was shaped early and firmly for life. He now stands on a river bank from time to time, fly fishing for salmon with his buddies.
The day cleared as we went on, we got our things dried out, including our nautical charts and pushed on in sunny and warm weather.
Shediac Bay Marina is where ended our day. a lovely place where many come by boat to spend a week enjoying the local events. The only caution given to us was not to sail too close to the nesting terns because they get mad. These birds are protected and they are trying to find ways to control their nuisance factor without causing them any harm. Dinner was enjoyed in town after a little walk to get there. We had the opportunity to meet another sailor who is short one chart for his voyage north. We lent him the one he needed and he will return it to us by post in a week or two. All in all, a nice day.
We plan to push for Charlettown tomorrow, thus ending our adventure as constraints will not permit us to achieve Cape Breton, as we had initially intended.
That's it for now,
donandjohn
NO! I don't want it to end :(
ReplyDelete- Stu
I've got a queazy tummy just now... I don't think it comes from the third cup of bad coffee consumed while sitting here working in the office. I DO think it comes from the thought of being bashed around all night on a wet boat that is shorter than this room...
ReplyDeleteIt really is too bad that time couldn't be stretched another week. The tall ships are all trooping by in the bay this evening headed for Sydney. It would have been SO MUCH fun for you guys to join the parade!
Oh well... You can take a week or so to navigate Cape Breton waters next year. What would have been daunting before this adventure will now be a piece of cake!
you guys are real gamers. it must have been pretty rough out there.hope you do have another chance to get to Cape Breton.just curious how you are getting home.good luck the rest of the way.
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