The cruising guides are filled with dire warnings regarding the portion of the coast east of famed Schoodic Point. My old copy of Duncan and Ware, 1st written in 1937, is worth quoting at length. "To have anchored off the beach at Roque is to be marked as an able saltwater man. Few of the rocking chair sports get by Schoodic. To clear 'Tit Manan and Moose Peak in fog choking thick and to make landfall on the backside of Roque is no feat for a mere church-steeple navigator."
And to have done this in the days before GPS and radar on most boats was truly an amazing feat of steely nerve and precise dead reckoning.

Our mettle was not to be tested this time. Neptune was smiling on Calypso and her stalwart crew. We sailed the whole way with the flooding easterly tide and a brisk northwesterly on our quarter. The dry air swept away any trace of fog. A stunning 24 hours next to the mile long white sand beach of Roque. The water was as clear as the Caribbean. Jeffrey took a plunge. Decidedly not Caribbean temperatures!
We decided to take advantage of the ebb tide and the clocking northerly winds to sail back the next day. I doubt few have had such an easy trip to Roque like that. We'll be back some day.