The anchor comes up clean at
Cape Broyle Harbor is clear, but in the offing, fog covers the sea surface in farm-sized patches and only lifts for good around mid-morning. Now on the horizon, I can see the Canadian Icebreaker, Louis S. St-Laurent, returning slowly to her home port, St. John’s.
Equally distant, but in the opposite direction, the radar picks up another target distinct from the shoreline.
As we approach, the target becomes our first ice sighting at three miles to the west.
The berg and the icebreaker are disjuncts against the day, which is as balmy as the coast of Vancouver Island in July.
Off St. John’s, the wind intensifies. From five miles offshore, the coastal vista is oddly reminiscent of home; the red cliffs sloping down to the
The summery feeling continues as we round Cape St. Francis and begin to head southwest towards the Royal Newfoundland Yacht Club in Conception Bay.
Here, villages line the lower coast, neat and tidy and always with a church to mark the town
Now the wind dies. The water of Conception Bay is like a lake surrounded by hills as rugged and severe as those of the Sierra Mountains.
In the afternoon, Mo and I enter the Long Pond channel…
And are warped to the pier before sundown. Fourteen hours to come seventy-five miles.
This is our last stop before entry into the north. Here we complete final preparations and await the delivery of some spares for the engine.
How long will it take you to navigate the northwest passage and get through to the Arctic Ocean? Essentially, free from the challenge of the passage?
Good luck! Wishing you all the best in next portion of the journey, the couch team is chee
ring for you!
Nice stop over. Will Joanna be racking up some more frequent flyer miles?
Odd that bergy bit being there, idnit? Seems grossly out of place. You sure that isn’t somebody’s pool floatie what drifted away?