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13 August 2017 | Baddeck NS
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Kato- Indian Cove
16 August 2017 | Indian Cove Washbuck river
Well they left without me and returned with more humans. I knew one of them. She pets me and plays with me well I remember. She does have the smell of other cats, but as long as she keeps them away from me I will tolerate her. Soon after they filled the bat back up with more humans they left the loud area and went to a quiet place with smells of forest. I could see fish swimming by my boat, lots of little ones but I could not catch any. A very large bird with a white head was in a tree watching me. It made me nervous but I told it I would scratch it if it came near my boat. I told it I bite hard too. It kept away. I had to protect my humans.
The next bright time they all went down to my little boat but this time they took me with them.
I watched the shoreline get closer and closer and wondered how far I could jump, but they pulled my little boat right up and I got out. They had that leash and harness on me and would not let me get out of it but I could explore the smells and they were interesting.
Now the funny thing about humans that I noticed is that they can change their skins. Here they took off a lot of their bright coloured skins and went right into the water! On purpose! I have seen them do this before and cannot figure out what they are doing. They must really want those fish! I found a nice sandy spot to nap while they splashed around presumably looking for fish. They are not very good hunters as they never come back with any.
I have seen my humans bring fish on to the big boat from some lines they hang in the water, but they never seem to have any luck when they go in the water for them. I don't know why they bother.
We went back to the big boat, all of us and they jumped back in the water again but never came back with any fish. Then they changed there skins again and took out the blue slippery boats. The friendly SHE tried to get in but went looking for fish instead. I don't think she meant to do that because when she came back on the boat she looked like I did when I fell in once.
That was when I was still a kitten and just learning about boats.
As I have said, I am a seafaring cat now.
Did you know in Newfoundland they call me Pussy'by?
14 August 2017 | Baddeck
I am being held captive. For two years I have practiced getting out of every harness they tried on me. I wanted to show them that I was fine running free and every time I got out of the harnesses they tried on me I brought them back a present. Squirrels, chipmunks, a baby rabbit, birds and of course mice and voles. They had no appreciation whatsoever and would take them from me and let them go! After all my hard work! Next they started tying a bell around my neck, but I could still catch some of them. I am stealthy.
But all that practice at getting off my leash has done no good here as they kept the boat surrounded by water and I do NOT like swimming. So I am captive here against my will. I have told them to take me to shore when they go but they shoo me away from my little boat and leave me here! I ask you, is that fair?
My days are the same. I wake up after they get out of bed and once they open the hatches I inspect the boat. I make sure that everything is as it should be and then I come down and wait for somebody to remember my breakfast. I generally sniff it and walk away so that they do not start thinking they can ‘manage’ me. I come back after it has warmed up a bit from the cold place and eat it then. I like my food at room temperature.
After breakfast, if it is sunny I go to one of my many sunning spots out in the air. If it is windy I have a couple of sheltered ones. If it is calm, I like to sit up high on the top of the blue slippery boat things.
Then I go into my little boat for an inspection. Sometimes I have to wait on the ledge until it bobs close enough to jump. I never miss. I am, as I said, a seafaring cat. I know my way around boats.
Sometimes I have to call someone to bring the little boat closer when I am ready to get back on my big boat.
I then have a few places I have to scratch and choose another sunny spot to sleep for the afternoon. As it starts to get less bright I go find a human to put more food in my dish, and inspect what they are having for dinner. I like their chicken and cod and I like lobster. Sometimes they share their dinner with me but they still insist on me not being on the table while they eat it. I cannot seem to train them no matter how persistent I am.
After dinner I like to run. I run up to the bow and jump around and then race up to the top of the bouncy Bimini. where I can bounce! I walk across the boom and jump down to bounce again. Then I jump atop the solar panels and down the other side to race up to the bow and start all over again. It is my exercise program and it is how I keep so sleek.
They usually catch me and put me in and lock the down part up for the night, but one night they did not know I was still out. I had to call at the window to get her attention. She came out to get me so I played tag with her and ran around the boat one last time. It was fun!
I sit up with the humans until they go to bed and then I find the best spot on the bed and sleep for the night. Sometimes I wake up and wash my humans if they have forgotten to do that, but they don’t appreciate that at night either. I have very unappreciative humans, but am training them. Slowly.
I am hoping they will take me to shore today as they seem to be getting ready for something.
14 August 2017
If you come to Baddeck you must go to the Alexander Graham Bell museum. What an interesting man he was, and it seems well loved by all who knew him. The shops and restaurants are interesting and independent and the people are here from all over the world. The marina has a world map up where visitors pin the map from where they are from. Sailors from every language stroll the boardwalks and sailboats flying flags from from everywhere swing on their moorings in the sheltered harbour.
One night sitting on our boat we heard the most beautiful woman voice echoing off the water and decided we needed to go ashore to see where she was.
They had the main street blocked off and there were venders with food and art and interesting ideas, even a fortune teller! We walked past a young woman by herself who seemed to be busking towards a crowd watching something we assumed must be our mystery singer but saw fire batons thrown above the crowd and realized it was not music.
Back up the other way we stopped to ask a vender where the singer we heard might be and noticed he had Cool Hemp coffee. Cool Hemp was a name of a company that was our friends Rob and Christine and sure enough this guy was their distributor in NS. Small world. Big Spruce Organic brewing company was there. We had stopped by their hop yard last year to meet the farmer as we are thinking about putting in a hop yard ourselves.
As we walked by the very young busking woman she started to sing and that voice filled the air. It really is in the genes here. We told her ow she was a siren that calle dos in and stood to listen to her for a lovely while, sipping Big Spruce Organic beer.
We also found some of the tastiest garlic and brought some back to the boat. Baddeck is fun!
The day after Dave's Birthday was suppose to be a day off for him as he was pretty tired, and a boat cleaning and laundry day for me. He did have one job o do, finish the second toilet installation.
It was a windy and rainy day and
when we went out to start the dingy it was full of water! Dave realized that when he was installing a part to the boat he forgot to tighten some screws and it was leaking. Yikes!
He took me over to shore with the garbage and recycling and laundry and promised come back and get me when I was done.
I browsed the shore for sea glass and got an unexpected FaceTime from our 4 year old twin grandsons who were excited to tell me they had learned to ride their two wheeler bikes they had gotten for their birthday in June. The only problem with sailing is I miss my little people. Their one year old sister had called earlier that day to show me she could say Granny and Pop Pop now.
Over laundry I met a local real estate agent/sailor/ resident of Baddeck, she used to teach junior sailing and had just bought a small sailboat she was fixing up to teach her kids to sail. It is a sailing community here.
Dryer loads finally done I called Dave to come and get me, but the motor on the dingy would not start and he had worn himself out trying to get it going. I took the $5 water taxi home and had a go at the dingy motor taking out and cleaning the spark plug...and who designs these things? Truly! You cannot get a spark plug wrench in there at all, no you have to fiddle with pliers and have hands small enough to get in there. I kept thinking water had gotten into the gas somehow but I could not get it going either.
Dave taxied over to get a new spark plug even though I had cleaned this one, but they did not have the kind we needed. But the toilet got installed after discovering the 32 dollar part we had bought was not what we needed. Good thing we had bought it here and could return it! It was just one of those days and it wore our captain right out wrestling with everything. So much for a day of rest for him!
We were expecting Eva and Gary to arrive the next day for a few days sailing with us so this was going o be interesting with no dingy. We decided to shift realities and made a lovely marinated chicken and baked potatoes on our stovetop oven, which works better than our regular oven and uses way less propane.
After a good nights sleep, the dingy motor started first pull, the newly installed toilet worked perfectly and the sun was shining!
Todays plans are to await Eva and Gary's arrival with our car and go stock up and then take of for a new anchorage with a pleasant sail!
We realize we need to take it easier as Dave is in recovery from 2 years of intense medical intervention and needs to take it much easier than he has been. It is agreed that I will be his personal servant and will do all the menial tasks and the running and fetching for him on this trip.
I know how it looks and my feminist attitudes are having to suck it up and cater to a man's needs lol! The good part of that is that while I have been working on keeping his weight and nutrition levels way up for the past two years, mine have gone up too and some of the pants I left on board two years ago are a bit tight... so it does work out well for me to do all the slog work of running a boat. You just never know how life will unfold.
13 August 2017 | Baddeck NS
II knew something was up when they put me in the car. There was barely enough room for me and I had to perch on His lap with a computer. he kept moving me aside from my comfort zone on top of the keyboard. SHE would not let me on her lap by the turning wheel.
When they finally stopped and let me out I was in a small room with the smells of many people, plus CATS and DOGS. I could smell them.
Next light we were off again to another place where they had a giant outdoor cage that fit my humans plus other nice humans and me inside. I could smell and see everything but they would not let me out. The they locked me in a bathroom all night long after that, and no matter how i called, they did not let me out.
Next day I got to play in the big people cage until they took me in the car again to the sea. I know the sea. I sailed around Newfoundland so I am a seafaring cat. I got to walk along and smell until they put me back in the car. I wanted a nap anyway, but that was a long time.
That night I was back in the bathroom. They would not listen to me and would not let me out.
So next day I let them know my displeasure when they put me back in the car and we drove all day. I let them know how displeased I was at their treatment for the whole trip. I think they learned their lesson because they gave me a whole house to be in when they stopped.
They went away so I had the place to myself to explore until dark when they came back. There were lots of bees and the smell of sea, but they took me away from there and back to the car.
When it stopped I saw my big boat. It was not in the water, but I know how to climb a ladder so I went right up into it and smelled everything. My little boat was nowhere to be seen, but it was nice to be on the big boat again. They were too busy to play with me but when I went to go down the ladder it was pushed away from the boat! I could not get down! I asked them to leave the ladder where I could get at it and he finally did, so down I went. Well no sooner had I gotten away when SHE came and found me and brought me back. I had to watch for my opportunities when the ladder was there. They did leave it for me another time, but again SHE came looking for me. I got back up the ladder before she caught me. They should just trust me to come home. They get scared. I had to humour them.
More humans came to stay on my boat and then they locked me in the back cabin while a huge machine came and took my big boat and put it into the water. Finally things were starting to feel normal around here. The nice humans left and it was me and my two who headed out to sea the next morning.
I had forgotten how rolly my boat was but I soon had my sea legs again and I found my comfortable place under the back bench on top of the comfy life raft where I could keep an eye on things while SHE took my boat out on the big waves and then into an inlet.
It was strange. I could smell some sea, but I could also smell land and forest, and could see land close by. My little boat was back now, so that made me happy, except they had it covered with two little blue boats now that were slippery and hard to balance on. I did anyway.
Soon they had my little boat in the water tied to my big boat. I liked to go in it and sit.
There were lots of boats around the first two days. I inspected them as they went by us and some of the humans on board waved and pointed at me. Some of them had dogs.
We left that busy boat place and went to a place with less boats and lots of trees around. Another boat tied up along side us and I now had two big boats. THEY were nice to me and let me sleep on their boat. It was comfortable and they petted me. I could go back and forth between boats, so when all the humans were on my boat, I had the other boat to myself.
There was also my little boat which they finally took me out on the next day. I found my perch on the bow and let the wind push my ears back as we motored around the cove. I had missed my little boat rides. They had not taken me out for two years! Can you imagine that?
There was a dog on the shore that we went by who was looking at me. I know he wanted to chase me but he was scared of the water so would not come in after me. I would have scratched him if he tried anything. I told him that.
We left that quiet place and went back to the busy place and two humans I knew came aboard. They knew how to pet me properly so I let them stay aboard.
The next morning, there I was minding my own business on my little boat, having a nap in it, when suddenly my big boat took off out to the big water! My little boat was following behind it with me in it but none of my human were aboard! They were on the big boat all by themselves with the other two petting humans! My little boat was bouncing around and I was getting sprayed with salty water and it was hard to hang on! I was worried about them so I called and called and finally they came to get me and bring me on the big boat. I didn’t like that. Not one bit.
Once I was on the big boat we carried on into an even bigger water that was a little bit bouncy. Nothing like what we had in Newfoundland, but bouncier. We came to a new place and they all left in my little boat and did not take me with them. I ignored them when they came back. Serves them right.
from Sydney to Bras'd'Or lake Cape Breton NS
13 August 2017 | Baddeck NS
As many of you know, but some do not, when we arrived back home from our NFLD voyage Dave was diagnosed with Mesothelioma, an asbestos-caused very aggressive cancer. An 18 our operation in January removed 97% of that malignant horror show in his abdomen, requiring a slit from stem to stern, removing and scooping all organs and putting him back together minus a few parts. This was followed by a chemo flush, a few more weeks in hospital and then home to recover. No sooner was he up and on his feet than he decides to cut a tree a windstorm had taken down, resulting in him slicing his ankle in the one spot not covered by chaps. He also needed cataract surgery in both eyes. It was a brutal year for him.
None the less, we drove out to visit Mysti-Cal leaving Kato at home for the couple of weeks last summer 2016. It was not possible to launch that year but we did stay aboard a couple of days on the hard, just to check up on everything. "Next year" we vowed, as a way to keep our spirits up! Mesothelioma has a very slim survival rate, but we planned on being one of those numbers and so far so good!
Upon our return again we found the cancer had come back, aggressively.
A year of chemo, as well as working with our colleague Wendy, herbalist and energy worker, and Talal, a mushroom specialist who has Dave on a strict regime of herbs and supplements that now take up a whole drawer of space on this voyage!
So this year we launched from North Sydney after driving here with Kato. He seemed so excited to get in the car, he knew where we were going, we were sure of that.
Upon arriving we set the ladder up to climb up the boat and Dave rigged a line so the ladder could stay swung out from the boat when not in immediate usage. We have a ladder-climbing cat who has recently figured out how to get out of any harness we try. Three seconds our Houdini has it down to. Whenever one of us forgot to push the ladder back out, he was gone. The first time I found him cowering in some bushes with a nearby dog barking away at him. The next time he came back on his own while we were out hunting for him, Dave hollering from up on the road that he was halfway up the ladder!
It was then I discovered my computer would suddenly not come on. At all. Dave took it in to a camera and computer place in North Sydney where a really nice group of people gave me a new hard drive. Photos were all saved but all documents are missing, except my daughter's University essays I had edited for her. My novel, poetry, musings and essays are no longer here but they may be somewhere in the cloud as the pictures all were!
While in Sydney we noticed an Old Triangle pub and decided we needed to stop in for a brew as Dave had played in the one in Halifax and in Moncton and one of the owners Kevin Evans had produced Dave's first CD with his duo with John Hughes.
On the way back from North Sydney, driving by the marina Dave noticed a boat out anchored... Could that be 'Beamy"? Sure enough, with binoculars we could see Bernie aboard, but had no way of contacting him but calling out and waving. He waved back.
When we were in Lewisport NFLD hauling out two years ago we were looking out the club windows and Dave said 'I recognize that boat coming in! It's Beamy from our port of Waupoos!"
Next spring we hang out as we got our boats back in the water and when I went to return our rental car to the airport, when trying to find the bus to take back, who was there but Bernie and Barb from Beamy who gave me a ride back to Lewisport!
Along our journey that summer we heard tell of them in Come by Chance Fogo Island.. "That poor english woman who fell and broke her rib! Now her husband will be sailing solo and she will follow along in the car.' Injuries can end a sailing trip faster than anything can!
Then in Cape St. Mary's... 'Well an Englishman with a little Ontario sailboat came in and didn't he ground! Called the coast guard to complain and then we had to go out and put that there green bout back out. So now youse'll be safe sailing in and out a here."
When we anchored and took a dingy in to Burgeo to check out the town of Farley Mowat's fame there was Beamy digging a hole in the asphalt to lay in his keel, already up on the hard for winter.
Back in North Sydney, when Dave emailed him later he responded saying he did not recognize who were were on shore but would be in the lakes all summer so we would be sure to meet up again.
It took a little longer than planned to get in the water, as it does, but there is no way we would have got in sooner than we did without my cousin and his wife showing up. Jim and Tammy were traveling through from near Calgary in their motor home, scattering my uncle ashes. Some of our family came from Scotland to Cape Breton originally, so this was one of the spots on his ancestral trip.
I went to pick them up from their campsite near Baddeck as we waited for the crew to arrive to put us in the water. They said around noon and we were back in plenty of time, to wait.
Finally around 3:00 a man showed up staring up at the boat.
'Hi, are you here to put us in the water? We have been waiting for the crew to arrive since noon!'
"What crew? I am it!' he said, 'But I would rather wait until tomorrow to do it'.
'We have been waiting all afternoon' I told him.
"Well I had a chance to sail out in Baddeck, but it was raining when I got there' he told us.
'But you told us you would be here at noon to put us in the water... '
'Well OK, if you have crew here we might as well get it done.'
We were an annoyance to him and I didn't want an annoyed man hauling our boat around so I tucked mine away in favour of appeasement.
'That would be great, it means a lot to us' I told him. 'Really appreciate it.
So with Tammy and Dave aboard, and Jim and I on the ground, we got the belts under her, with strips of linoleum to save the hull paint positioned between the straps and the boat, kicked the stands out and she was on her way over to the salt water. It was tricky and the expected crowd had gathered to watch the maneuvers, offering stories of disasters and comments on how it should be done, but we got her lowered into the water.
The operator was untying us and yelling for Dave to throttle up and get going, but Dave had other ideas and yelled back to keep her tied in! Good thing as the throttle was not working and we had no forward!
We stayed in the launch slip for the night as the operator had somewhere else to be. Tammy and Jim had a night aboard, in the launch slip and it was great to catch up over wine and a curry. The throttle problem turned out to be a stop lever on the newly re-built fuel pump which needed an adjustment, an easy fix.
The next day they helped us get over to our slip, get the sails on and clean and organize ready to go as only hard working Albertans can do! That night we had grilled Alberta steaks they had brought to share with us. We don't eat a lot of red meat but those steaks were the best either of us have ever tasted! It was a fun evening and it was sad to have to take them back to their campsite the next morning without even getting a sail in with them! But we did get a great visit!
Our friends we met last year in North Sydney, Richard and Diane from Maya showed up at the boat! Richard is from Madoc, near where we live, and Diane from England and then St. Anthony's NFLD. They had bought a Tayana sailboat in Panama and had spent the winter down there fixing it up and making it seaworthy. He had gotten really sick with sepsis while down there and so did not get everything done. They were there when my daughter's best friend was tragically murdered, and gave us some brutal insights into how the justice system works there. Richard was still recovering so they were going to take it easy on the lakes here this summer, like we are doing.
One more overnight tied to the docks and I took Jim and Tammy back to their campsite in time for check out and they were on their way to the Tall Ships in Halifax.
I spent the day doing ship shaping, grocery shopping and general get readiness while Dave rested and the next morning we timed our tides and set out to the deep blue to come around to the inlet to the sacred lake of the Mi'Kmaq nations, now known as Bras d'Or, Arms of Gold.
It was so nice to be out on the water again, but Dave was not up to sailing so we motored in through the entrance and made our way to Baddeck, the home of Alexander Bell! Kato was right out with us sniffing the breeze and tucking up into his favourite cozy spot atop the life raft tucked under the back bench.
The whole basin between Kidson Island and the town of Baddeck is a no anchor zone with plenty of moorings, and about a half dozen anchored boats which we also did as Baddeck Marine told us there were no moorings left as it was regatta week! So there we were anchored out beside a giant no anchor sign. LOL
We had an overnight and then met up with Richard and Diane on Maya in Maskells harbour, touted the prettiest harbour on the lakes. We rafted up and shared dinner with Kato happily moving back and forth between boats, making himself right at home on theirs!
We took the kayaks out for the first time and doodled around the cove, exploring the mini caves and the wetlands and came back for a pot luck dinner aboard our boat with a third boat, friends of Richard and Diane's who had just sailed in. They were also from England and had worked together in St. Anthony's for many years, he being the head doctor there. Dinner aboard with new friends in beautiful settings, this is the life.
We went back to Baddeck and Richard and Diane taxied us around to the grocery store and liquor store in anticipation of Dave's son Brennan and his partner Marina arriving to spend time aboard.
They arrived very late at night and Dave ran over with the dingy to pick them up and settle them in to their cabin. Next morning we set out for Maskalls harbour where we swam and kayaked and hung out for the sunny afternoon. Out on the water we all found we had no cell service and discovered that all of NFLD and parts of NS were out of service. Not having any way of finding out what was going on we speculated about North Korea, cyber hostage attacks, and all the craziness that goes on in the people world. It turned out to be a cut cable and by late afternoon we were back connected in to the world. I kind of liked not having connection, especially with the mass insanity on full display in so many countries right now. Anchoring out in this pretty harbour, surrounded by trees and birds, rocking on the gentle waves, away from mainland nonsense was more where I wanted to be.
Next morning we decided to sail to St. Petes and catch four of the Tall Ships which the internet had told us were there for the weekend. I secured the goods aboard and Dave tightened up the dingy and we headed out onto the rather choppy waters! I was
As we headed towards Berra Straight bridge we trained Marina to do the call honours on the radio requesting the bridge be opened.
This bridge is also called Iona bridge as the town there is Iona. We call it Richard's bridge as when he was telling us his plans and said Iona bridge I joked back ,What? You own a bridge? When did you buy a bridge?' So we call it Richard's bridge.
We had the wind to our bow so we motored into St. Peters but saw no sign of tall ships! We called the marina and got a mooring ball, and a ride from the Marina to the ships who were on the ocean side of St. Pete's. ! A whole fleet of volunteers were at our service as we were taxied over to the ships. We spent the afternoon snooping aboard the four ships that were there, the 'Mist of Avalon' appealing to me and the 'When and If' built by George Patton to sail when and if he survived the war. Unfortunately a car accident in France ended those plans and his boat is now on tour with he Tall Ships festival.
While there we checked out the lock system which we planned to go through to visit our friends on Isle Madam. I chatted with the lock master about how it all worked and got the low down. Usually one employee operates the lock and the bridge, so he has to run up to the bridge, let us through where we are to go right into the first part of the lock and tie off. Then he or she runs back to the lock and either fills or empties the water down the couple of feet depending on tides. Then they open the lock and out we go on the other side of Bras d'Or lakes.
Back to the boat for showers at the marina and dinner aboard. Next day we came out onto the lake to find rough waves but wind on our aft quarter, plus a crew meant we could sail back! Winds were perfect for us and we hit 7.4 knots on a few occasions! It was glorious sailing!
We got back to Baddeck and Brennan and Marina took day trips exploring the highlights of the area, arriving back late at night. Hang ashore is a Newfie term for the kind of folks who sleep in later than the fishing boats go out. Adjusting to Maritime hours was taking it's toll so we had some hang ashores aboard!
When they took off for Mahone bay we took off for Maskalls harbour for a couple of down days for Dave. We had a toilet to install, which meant painting the floor there, a new wind generator controller and a new inverter to install as our old ones were fried in NFLD. We now have power in the outlets when off shore! Civilized and no more cords to trip over! A subwoofer is also in the process of being installed in the cockpit, but he was pacing his workload with lots of naps and reading.
I decided this was a good place to practice using the dingy as I had not driven one since I was 12 years old! Dave took me out for a practice run, and then I took Kato out for a tour of the harbour.
It was a lovely peaceful harbour surrounded by forest with a lovely lighthouse at the entrance.
Peaceful until first three seadoos buzzed in making waves all around the harbour. Then two power boats came in blasting their version of music and shouting at each other over the very loud music,
The other six of us here anchored looking for peace and quiet did not exist in their world as they pulled up on the beach with the sign that said no trespassing and loudly filled the bay with their personal noise.
I had a wonderful swim and snorkel and dove down to check on the whirly thing that measures speed in the water which had stopped working, along with our anchor light and temperature gage for the engine. Gremlins aboard. It was not stuck as we had thought, so plan b.
Next day was Dave's birthday so we made blueberry pancakes for breakfast and had a leisurely morning. We got ready to sail back to Baddeck where Marina and Brennan were going to meet us for a Birthday dinner in town.
The one hour trip back beat the rain by about 10 minutes, and no sooner were we anchored in the no anchor zone then it started to pour. A rainy day aboard for installing the aft head, well, at least getting the floor painted to do so!
Soon it was time to take the dingy over to the little century hotel Brennan had chosen for dinner. It was an uphill walk but the rain had minimized by now. I still wore my NFLD Sou'Wester!
Dinner was amazing, locally sourced gluten free, and home made ice cream! Do try the Winter in Baddeck dessert!
Last Day in Newfoundland
20 August 2015
Thursday August 20th
We elected to stay in Squid Hole and do some clean up and departure prep, but over breakfast we looked at charts. I was using the calipers to decide which course to take over to Sydney when I saw a little island St. Paul's Island up a ways. 'What if we went there and anchored overnight, would that give us better sail direction and better wave maneuverability I wondered. We could take the 8 hour trip there, anchor and explore and then go to Sydney from there on a 9 hour trip, rather than an all nighter.
The problem with no internet is that we could not look up the island to determine the viability of that plan, except... we thought we might have some book somewhere and sure enough after searching Dave found a guide with postings from 1952 to 1977, all with advisories of terrible anchorage. One suggested sailors bring spikes and grappling hooks to secure their boats to a cliff in one of the spots! No thanks! We would stick to our original plan and head right over Cabot Straight in the late afternoon, for a morning arrival.
I was actually happy to clean out the wheelhouse which had really gotten bad. It is amazing to me how dirty a boat can get, I mean we are on water, how does it get so dirty? I took everything out, even the floorboards and gave it a good scrub down while Dave dealt with bagging the garbage and recycling and tending to engine room details. I left it to dry and sprayed lemon essential oil over everything so we could have a nice fresh place to hang out in for 15 hours.
Dave made soup and cheese and bread for a late lunch as we puttered and took it easy for the cool, foggy afternoon. Some warmed Brie topped with some of the red wine and cranberry sauce finished lunch off perfectly.
Dear Dave, he ran the generator and vacuumed the boat. Well, cat hair does accumulate on the cushions and such, it is nicer.... I did dishes and a final secure of galley stuff.
Preparations for an overnight crossing, Mysti-Cal style.
Place survival suits out in salon, along with foul weather gear and flares.
Put rescue remedy, homeopathic cocculine (anti motion sickness) gravol ginger in wheelhouse box along with a bucket.
(These first items are not expected to be needed, but we will have them there anyway.)
Go through emergency drill. Life raft deployment, emergency beacons, EPIRB, Mayday and MOB procedures.
Life jackets, throwing devices and lines are already always at hand as are jack lines and tethers.
Pillows and blankets out in salon.
Warm jacket and poncho's out and ready.
Dinner and snack preparations easily accessible in fridge and all other fridge items secured. Ukuleles and chord charts in nice clean wheel house along with whatever books and entertainment and writing materials one may wish for in the wee hours.
Fill water bottles and have on hand. (It is amazing how dehydrated one can become on water). Have all appropriate charts and calipers ready at navigation centre.
Make sure everything is secured below and above.
Do a 360 below deck and above deck to be sure everything is secured and all walkways are easily navigable.
Take a moment at the bow to ask for assistance from wind, water, land and all seen and unseen helpers, and thank them for the amazing support so far. Connect with each other and with Mysti-Cal and Kato too so that we are all one unit; wind, water, humans, animals, boat, and all earth and celestial beings. (The moon has a huge role in the act of sailing!)
Pull anchor up and head out to sea.
We did that and began our journey around 5 PM, leaving Squid Hole and Newfoundland behind us.