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We set out from Riggs Cove, and left the coast of Maine behind. We were bound for the Southeastern Shore of Nova Scotia. It involved an overnight passage around Cape Sable.
As the sun set we were far from land.
The Shelburne Harbor Yacht Club is one of the primary ports of entry for pleasure vessels entering the Canadian Maritimes --- and a welcome sight indeed, after a 45 hour passage in thick fog.
"Kerry Deare", a sister Cape Dory, from New Jersery, preceeded us to Shelburne. She is also headed to Newfoundland.
We happened to arrive during the Founders Day Celebrations, which added to the festive atmosphere.
During the summer season, sailing is one of the primary pastimes. Sailing classes for young ones are daily, and the older folks race several times a week. Here sailboat racing is taken very seriously and is also enjoyed by spectators who view the races from the upper deck of the yacht club.
Note the large fish farms in the background. Since the fishery collapse efforts are being made in the aquaculture field.
No canned Budweiser or Busch here.
Our good friends, as well as many other foreigners, are purchasing properties on the Eastern shores of Nova Scotia and Newfoundland. Since the fisheries collapse, waterfront second homes can be had or built at a fraction of the cost of similar properties in the U.S..
The view from in front of their house.
Can you tell these folks have States-side roots? What is your first clue?
After several days of R&R it was time to leave one of our favorite port of calls behind. Departing is always a difficult and sad event.
We must move along up the coast, in order to get to Newfoundland as soon as possible, since the sailing season is short.
It was intermittently foggy and cool as we left the protection of the harbor behind.
Note the piles of fleece and foul weather gear in the cockpit - they were always close at hand.
Are we back in Maine?
Many of the harbors along the Nova Scotia Coast look very similar to those along the Maine coast.
Note the old fashioned but still very common "Ways" that are used for the hauling of boats.
Third shift as the sun came up at the end of a watch.
Is it an iceberg? No - just a discarded refrigerator. We wonder if there is cold beer inside.
Next stop - Canso, Nova Scotia. See you there.
Great pix, guys!
ReplyDeleteTwo comments...
1) I had a troll almost just like that hanging from the mirror of my '53 Ford in high school (45 years ago).
2) We saw refrigerators all the time along the shore of the Tenn-Tom. We asked a guy at the Aberdeen (MS) Marina if they were used by Mississippians in some sort of "viking funeral ritual". He replied (having noted our boat's TN registration) that he had just assumed they all drifted down from Tennessee!