We were underway for five hours starting at 9:30 a.m., after locking up Greg and Wanda's house (they were at work) and hiding their key. No wind -- we did not put up a single sail, but a pleasant sunny day. Passing through Halifax, the tall ships having left, we saw what we what we had no time to notice on the way in. The other suspension bridge across the narrows
Part of Canada's Navy
Downtown metro area
A glimpse of the citadel that formerly guarded the town, green area top, now almost blocked by the new metropolis.
Light on George Island
I saw a big freighter coming in from far out and squeezed to the right side to let him pass. He called on the VHF and asked for the right side (to pass "green to green") so we turned to port.
As we headed out and westward through Sambro Passage, we saw all of the rocks that were hidden by the fog when we were coming through the other way a month ago.
After rounding Pennant Point, and heading a bit north I got a bit lost, and headed for the wrong cove due to not having purchased the correct scale chart. But I quickly saw that things were not adding up and Lene navigated us in with iNavix. A tight squeeze, especially at low tide, with a bunch of rocks in the middle, but we got in with no less than 20 feet of water depth.
There are two moorings in the Roost, a favorite smugglers hiding place in the days of prohibition. We took one and explored the area by dink. Not many neighbors.
We dinked to Hearn island, landed the dink at the beach seen to the right, met Peter Milhausen, who was there with a bunch of friends and kids, roasting some hot dogs and he offered us some. He is the Maritime Search and Rescue Coordinator for the Canadian Coast Guard. We walked the trail to the top of the hill to the left, which had great views, but unfortunately I failed to bring my camera. Another peaceful night.
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