I’m sat in the cockpit with my morning cup of tea. I’ll paint a picture. Ingonish is a bit like a Scottish loch. A long inlet. It’s imperative to follow the narrow, squiggly buoyed channel on entering as a spit extends out from the beach. Wooded hills on both side. Did I mention, Canada has a lot of trees. A lot of trees.
To my right I can see the top of a ski lift on Cape Smokey and two runs cut down through the trees. Not sure if that’s the extent of the ski operation. It’s not very high but skiers will come down to a smidgen above sea level. The sea usually freezes up here to some degree every winter. Although ironically we’re not really that far north. Scotland is further north for example. I don’t think Whistler or Chamonix need to be too worried about the size of the competition here. Sweet though.
Grace is sat in a deep pool. We kept nudging in last night to get out of the wind. At one time I’d have been able to easily throw a stone to the land from where we sit, but I now “throw more like a girl”, (don’t be offended by that comment), that’s a big downside of ageing and surgery to remedy several dislocations. There’s satisfaction to be had in throwing things well. I remember that.
Tomorrow we will head across the Cabot Strait channel to Newfoundland. Our summer objective. Depending where we choose to make landfall, it’s between 80 and 100 miles. We are both aware that it’s relatively easy to keep heading north here. The winds are predominantly south west, from behind. At some point we need to turn round and get south towards Boston before 8th September. That could prove to be a complete bugger. Beating into the wind is not much of joyful point of sail. So we need to make a call as to how long we spend in Canada before turning around and if some north easterly winds arrive miraculously, we need to run with them.
We met Henry, a friend of friends in Baddeck. There are a select slice of individuals who intimidate and inspire me in equal measure. I’d add his name to this list. When I use the word intimidate, I mean in the “wow, you’re bright and your brain and body are working 24/7 and my brain just doesn’t work like yours”. In our too brief time together, we talked mutual friends, him being a direct descendent from the Mayflower, travelling in Ecuador and places to visit in Newfoundland, the reason for visiting him in the first place. He’s a bright, lovely generous chap who visibly adored his grandkids. Thanks Henry. We will return your charts.
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Looks completely fantastic 😊. I’m working on a Walker’s Haute Route and have 2 Canadians with me. They clearly love their home soil & show me pictures every other day….they should get a tourist office grant!
Love the blogs Helen. Look after each other x
Lovely to hear from you. Sat on a dock looking out over some of that gorgeous canadian countryside. But the haute route is up there too!
Enjoy your summer. X
Hello you two, three, four….. Hoŵever many I can extend it to? Cousin/nephew Nick piping up out of deep left field here. Helen, I have been advised of your mid-life crisis for some time now but confess am still way behind in following the blog trail to where you have got to so far. First though I sense that the term crisis is just wrong. Something less crisissy I think hard to imagine given the descriptions of prep that you and yours have invested in Grace to get where you are! I mean compare and contrast – I learnt to ride a motorbike and then iced my crisis cake with a 10 year old but pristine Honda Pan European – the 1300 not the 1100. My trail has led me in a big wide circle to the point that tomorrow I take delivery of a brand new Honda PCX 125 scooter!
I will get the hang of this contribution to blog thing in due course, that’s all so irrelevant. Please bear with me as I feel the pulse of it. So now do I have to fill in my email details etc below? What website? Can’t be important I’d have thought…………
Take care crossing the bay or whatever it was next on the itinerary.
Life seems to be treating you well. One day, the north wind will blow. Of top Worcester tomorrow with Emily. Still summery, but it has rained a bit, but not enough! Dad