When we first started planning this trip a couple of years ago and compiling a list of "must see places" Lunenburg was at the top of the list. Ever since I read Angus Walters life story and the history of the Bluenose I longed to sail our own boat into the historic harbour. As we waved goodbye to Frances and Laurie and set sail down the Lahave river the conditions looked good for the 22 mile run to Lunenburg. However, as we have quickly learned they can change fast, and change they did. Before reaching the mouth of the river we were once again swallowed up by thick fog but at least we had a nice breeze as we cruised by the Lahave Islands that were out there somewhere. As if on cue as we approached the entrance to Lunenburg harbor the fog lifted, the sun shone and guess who was out to greet us. The Bluenose 2! We quickly altered course and sailed by for a photo op before finding a secure spot in the anchorage.

Bev and I had visited Lunenburg briefly 15 years ago and looked forward to spending a few days here seeing the sights that we had missed. Although the harbour is still primarily a commercial port the town dock offers good services for transient boaters. There was a sailboat rally arriving by the weekend so we wanted to be sure and get our touring done before the crowd arrived. First on our list was a visit to the excellent Fishermen's museum which took up the better part of a day. The Center of town is a World Unesco Heritage site filled with beautifully restored historic homes and we certainly got our exercise walking up and down the hilly streets.

There’s a music festival here next week with a dockside Ceilidh on Wednesday evening that we want to see. However, there is so much to see in the area that we decided to move over and explore Chester and Mahone Bay for a few days before returning here. As if on cue as we left the harbour the breeze came up to a steady 15 knots on the nose and Dagny was in her element charging up wind at 7.5 knots. We even warranted a couple of horn blasts from a passing fishing boat as we stormed by with the rail in the water. Unfortunately all good things come to and end as the breeze fizzled out and we motored the last 3 miles in a torrential downpour.

No need to describe today's picture.