So the past few weeks I have been anchored outside my dad's place. Been tinkering with some odd jobs and giving the boat and each compartment a good cleaning out and organization. But it was time to do some sailing. So last friday, my dad joined me on the boat and we took off for a 45 mile sail east to Liscombe Lodge. It's a fancy lodge and resort where people can rent cabins and the food is supposed to be top notch. We figured we'd sail on over there and buy each other a birthday dinner since both our birthdays happened recently. The wind was more on our back and not strong enough to propel us just under sail alone and able to make a day time arrival, so we motored with the sails up, making good time. It was good nice sunny weather, and was a nice sail over there. We arrived around 6:30 p.m., changed into our going out clothes and went ashore for dinner.
After spending $100 for dinner and a bottle of wine, i have to say that neither of us were impressed with the food. I had the "famous" planked salmon, which i found the portion half of what i expected, the rice was hard, the carrots and asparagus undercooked. My dad's fish and chips where over cooked and over priced and the wine tasted skunky. Could have been a bad wine selection, not the restaurants fault but the food was a disappointment. After dinner we walked around and after seeing what the lodge had to offer we decided that we would just leave in the morning and sail back home. There was always the option of continuing sailing east along the coast but there isn't major towns there, and we were looking for something to do, somewhere with a night life.
So in the morning we took off heading back towards home. Of course as soon as we came out of the river from the lodge and into the atlantic, the seas and winds were both against us. We started off sailing under a reefed mainsail and forward sail, but still only able to make 2-3 knots beating into the seas. In order to make any progress we had to sail about 40 degrees off our desired course, which meant that we would be zigzagging the whole way back home against the wind and seas. where it only took us 10 hours to get to liscombe lodge, it was going to take us 15 hours to get home. We thought that by perhaps just taking down the sail and motoring straight to our destination, that we would gain some time. Instead the wind was blowing 20 knots (23 mph), the seas 3 feet. We were hardly making any headway at all. So we raised the mainsail and motor sailed, zigzagging into the wind to get to sheet harbour. Sheet harbour is the town and actual harbour before we get back to our house. We figure we'd anchor right at the town, row ashore for dinner, and then take our time getting home tomorrow. We didn't end up getting to sheet harbour until after 8 p.m. and were anchoring with our headlights on in the dark around 9. But once sheltered from the land, the wind died off and we had a nice meal ashore, and a welcomed sleep onboard after a hard and tiring day.
The next day we woke up and rowed ashore once more for breakfast. The town was dead given that it was a sunday. and nothing is open on sundays. Getting out of the dinghy going for breakfast, my phone fell out of my pocket and into the slimy, stinky, salt water of the harbour. my heart sank. I fished it out with the oars from the dinghy, but the phone i'm sure is dead. I used that for my internet, to get weather, tide information, facebook, hotmail... everything!! So that was a downer for the morning.
We raised anchor shortly after noon, and after motoring out of the harbour and back into the atlantic we found ourselves confronted with the same conditions as the other day. the wind and seas were once again coming from the very direction we wanted to go. so again we motor sailed beating into the wind, inching our way forward to our final destination. The wind wasn't as fierce as it was yesterday so we made a bit better time today. But wearing pants and sweatshirts covered in our rain gear, i also was wearing a winter hat and my insulated gloves to keep warm. Perhaps a sign that the sailing season in nearing a close? We didn't have much ground to cover, only about 20 miles today, so instead of zigzagging our way along the coast, we were able to just do one long leg, then tack right into the harbour. Once again, after getting some shelter from the land, the winds died down and it was more of a pleasant day. Instead of anchoring in the same spot as i was in before, we went further in the bay to seek some more shelter from the winds blowing out of the south. we inched our way along the banks taking sounding with my depth finder making sure if i anchored i would have enough water on all sides of me if the tide were to go out. We found a spot closer to shore and anchored there. It would cut my rowing time in half, and also get me more out of the winds that would blow.
So all in all it was a good weekend. I learned more about the abilities of the boat, my motor and sails in conditions we haven't had to face that often before. It would have been nice to have traveled all the way to liscombe lodge and had a dinner worth bragging about, but i guess sometimes it's about the travel and not the destination. So this weekend we logged another 130 miles of water under the keel. Perhaps next weekend we can sail into halifax and party along the waterfront...