Royalty

With Rogue's Roost viewed in our wake, we wiggled and waggled out of the cove and through rocks and reefs to the open Ocean. On the horizon ahead of us were banks of thick fog. You now know the drill: slow our speed, turn on the fog horn, activate the radar and maintain close watches all around the boat, especially to forward. This was short-lived, thankfully, as we headed north further up the coast. Eventually we reached Sambro Point and its iconic lighthouse, heralding the entrance to Halifax Harbour. We turned northwest towards Halifax.

The waters to the left of this lighthouse are strewn with rocks that come out nearly to Brio. Brio says, "No, thank you." We headed to the right and in towards Halifax Harbour, seen off to the right in the distance.

We had a reservation at a pier on the Waterfront, but first we wanted to top off our fuel tanks. By doing so, we're ready to go on our next leg. But it also reduces the chance for condensation in the tanks and water in the fuel is an anethema to a well-running diesel. The fuel was available at the Royal Nova Scotia Yacht Squadron, founded in 1837. It is reportedly the oldest yacht club in the Americas. Fortunately, the fuel is not as old.

The branch of the Harbour that has "Northwest Arm Control Buoy" at its mouth is where we went to get fuel. It is sold at the RNSYC. We hailed on Channel 68 and they had a spot for us immediately. We bought over 1000 litres and they took American Express! Yay! As we talked to the dockmaster, he offered us a slip for the night. I told him I had to have good WiFi because of a City of Portsmouth City Council meeting where I needed to testify by Zoom on behalf of the Audit Committee. He offered to put us at one of the end fingers with a WiFi antenna next door.

So we agreed to take the slip. We canceled the reservation on the Waterfront (thankfully they were very nice about it), and we nestled in. I was able to rewrite what I was going to say on Zoom and Steve whipped up one of his signature dishes, egg custard.

Yum.

Tomorrow was going to be a break day when we would go visit the Citadel in Halifax as well as the Maritime Museum. So we just did laundry and other domestic chores. A neighboring boat owner stopped by to talk about Brio. She catches eyes and ccompliments wherever she goes, but please don't tell her. It might go to her brain (but not her three heads).

More tomorrow.

Cheers,

Brio