When we cruise, it seems that we can’t think further than one obstacle ahead. Whatever cape or tricky passage or bottleneck is approaching looms large in our minds, and we think, “Boy, if we can just get past that, we’ll be pretty happy.” And of course we always are, but another obstacle always seems to spring up ahead. Our previous Rubicon had been the Straits of Belle Isle, and once that was well astern we’d been planning for (or worrying about) Cape Whittle. It’s an unassuming little place to look at on the chart, just an island among several others, but it’s at a critical location, where the coast of Quebec turns abruptly to the west. Once past it we’d be out of the bit of the Gulf of St. Lawrence known as the “Northeast Gulf”, which is its own forecast region, mostly because everything coming from the SW gets squeezed in there and things can get pretty juicy. But Cape Whittle itself, when it isn’t blowing anywhere else, can still register 20-30 knot winds, and all the fishermen had warned us to be very careful in going around. One had done better yet, and shown me a hidey-hole just before the cape where they have moorings against just such weather events as we feared.