Tickled in Canso Bay, NS
These are now the longest days of the year, and up here at 45 degrees north latitude, halfway from equator to pole, there’s daylight in plenty. A good thing, too, since we were trying to make good time east along the coast.
These are now the longest days of the year, and up here at 45 degrees north latitude, halfway from equator to pole, there’s daylight in plenty. A good thing, too, since we were trying to make good time east along the coast.
This was seafaring at it’s finest—rising wind, pea-soup fog, some horror called “Bear Rock” under our lee, and closing fast with a rock-bound shore using a chart drawn before the war of 1812.
When we were in St. Maarten, Scott noticed that our battery voltage was low. Like, really low.
Cruising is punctuated by high highs and low lows. Rare are the days in the middle, at least that is our experience.
Well, I’m glad you’re here. I’m about to announce The Next Big Thing.
The Robertson family aboard Del Viento deal with U.S. Customs and Border Patrol on their arrival in Friday Harbor, Washington.
Yes, it appears we had indeed been spoiled and disillusioned by the calm and lovely waters of the British Virgin Islands—we forgot all about what cruising can really be like.
As the Zartman family makes their way up the coast of Nova Scotia, everything seems tropical—except for the temperature.
These are now the longest days of the year, and up here at 45 degrees north latitude, halfway from equator to pole, there’s daylight in plenty. A good thing, too, since we were trying to make good time east along the coast.
This was seafaring at it’s finest—rising wind, pea-soup fog, some horror called “Bear Rock” under our lee, and closing fast with a rock-bound shore using a chart drawn before the war of 1812.
When we were in St. Maarten, Scott noticed that our battery voltage was low. Like, really low.
Cruising is punctuated by high highs and low lows. Rare are the days in the middle, at least that is our experience.
Well, I’m glad you’re here. I’m about to announce The Next Big Thing.
The Robertson family aboard Del Viento deal with U.S. Customs and Border Patrol on their arrival in Friday Harbor, Washington.
Yes, it appears we had indeed been spoiled and disillusioned by the calm and lovely waters of the British Virgin Islands—we forgot all about what cruising can really be like.
As the Zartman family makes their way up the coast of Nova Scotia, everything seems tropical—except for the temperature.
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