rbgarr
09-28-2007, 07:15 PM
After our recent trip along the Nova Scotia coast to Halifax I checked 'The Tancook Whalers: Origins, Rediscovery and Revival" out of the library to take along on an afternoon boat ride.
I motored around for about two hours, stopping along the way for a bite and a settle-in to read the book. A number of places that we passed by on that delivery were mentioned and I found myself saying "Hey! I just sailed past there!"
On my rounds of local harbors like South Bristol and Christmas Cove, I saw the Diddikai ketch (LFH #74) that someone mentioned in another thread, a lovely Sidney Herreshoff sloop that a former student keeps, and Paul Luke's last boat, an S&S cruising sloop he built for himself. Each was beautiful in her own way.
It was a lovely, warm, freshly-rained-upon weather, the best time of year to be out and it so happens the highest and lowest tides of the early fall. Kept an eye out for logs and branches swept from the shoreline as I passed by The Hypocrites and Bull Dog and through the narrow swift-running gut called Thread of Life. Lobster pot buoys at Little River Ledges were being pulled under by the combination of swift outgoing river current and incoming swells, so they were something to be aware of. Kind of like looking for sub periscopes as they popped up to the surface only intermittently.
Few were out on the water today. Each waved slowly and silently to the other, humbled to see this day and wishing it would not end.
I motored around for about two hours, stopping along the way for a bite and a settle-in to read the book. A number of places that we passed by on that delivery were mentioned and I found myself saying "Hey! I just sailed past there!"
On my rounds of local harbors like South Bristol and Christmas Cove, I saw the Diddikai ketch (LFH #74) that someone mentioned in another thread, a lovely Sidney Herreshoff sloop that a former student keeps, and Paul Luke's last boat, an S&S cruising sloop he built for himself. Each was beautiful in her own way.
It was a lovely, warm, freshly-rained-upon weather, the best time of year to be out and it so happens the highest and lowest tides of the early fall. Kept an eye out for logs and branches swept from the shoreline as I passed by The Hypocrites and Bull Dog and through the narrow swift-running gut called Thread of Life. Lobster pot buoys at Little River Ledges were being pulled under by the combination of swift outgoing river current and incoming swells, so they were something to be aware of. Kind of like looking for sub periscopes as they popped up to the surface only intermittently.
Few were out on the water today. Each waved slowly and silently to the other, humbled to see this day and wishing it would not end.