2004-2006 - The first three years afloat. travel blog

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Foraging for berries

Alex arrives......


On 19 August, Bill drove to Halifax and picked up Alex at the airport. On our return, we gathered Mary in for a farewell dinner at the marina in Dundee and the official crew turnover. She spent another night at the B & B before departing in the truck for Virginia. Alex seems a foot taller than the last time we saw him just a few months ago. We surprised him with a hammock on the stern to lie in while doing his summer reading.

The last two days on the lakes were spent introducing Alex to this special cruising ground. We anchored in the Crammond Islands on 20 August and he gathered oysters, mussels and berries for our dinner. Kayaking around the area, he was quick to spot these wonderful additions. The next day broke cloudy as we headed south for St Peters and the departure locks.

The marina at St Peters was small, but very comfortable. Jean and Alex explored the town and the boat got a good freshwater scrub. The free internet worked like a charm and we had a stack of email. Mary kept us posted on her circuitous route back to Virginia.... to include a race track. Dinner that night involved a walk in the rain to the same inn that Mary had treated us to. And, the second time around we knew just what to order. Alex had lobster, Jean, the haddock and Bill pigged out on mussels. We ate well on this, our last night on the lakes.

Up early on Monday, we reported around the corner for the 0800 run south thru the lock. It took a little time because the lockmaster was alone and had to first open the swing bridge then, work the lock. Fortunately these guys love to talk and are full of good info. We learned that the trip along Ile Madame, across Chedabucto Bay to the Atlantic would be sloppy. It went pretty well until we rounded Cape Canso and the seas shifted from the bow to port beam. Even the seasoned old salt decided that it was time to hold up short of our intended stop (Goldsboro) for the evening.

The choice for anchorage that Monday night was Webbers Cove inside Tor Bay. From our spot we could hear the Atlantic crashing on the beach to our south. We were snug in the cove as the fog settled around and the waves beat against the rocky barrier. It was at this point that we began the epic gin rummy tournament that would occupy most evenings while Alex was embarked.



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