Everyone around here pretty much knows not to hang out in the Bahamas during the summer months for threat of hurricanes so all sane people either head north or south. We decided to head up to New England then further north to Nova Scotia. Who would have thought the bloody things would follow us up this high!
Hurricane Arthur turned into a tropical storm before knocking on our door up here on the Gras d’Or Lake, we had plenty of time to figure out and plan and weren’t too worried about it. We picked out a lovely sheltered cove not too far from Baddeck and spent the last 24 hours there.
We all started getting cabin fever so we went on a bit of a trek to the lighthouse and another one up someone's tractor trail. The whole thrill of the last 24 hours was the daring, heroic and down right sexy rescue of a 22’ sailboat that got loose in the cove. Well no not really but it was something to watch with the binoculars. Saw a real cool frog too.
We were extremely protected in the cove while the lake got hammered with winds. I think we only really saw about 30 knot winds. They may have been a little stronger last night but I was too lazy to get up and check. We noticed this morning that we had started to drag anchor but weren’t really that worried about it because we planned on leaving in a few hours, we kept a close eye on the gps and the spit we were edging towards. It was a stunning little anchorage and we couldn’t have asked for a better place to be.
Thanks to Solitude for being our storm buddies and helping us hook up our SSB and Pactor modem.
Carl praying for the strength to raise girls.
The daring boat rescue by Carl, Chuck (SV Solitude) and some other guy – didn’t catch his name.
Our movements during the storm. We put on our anchor alarm and it alerted us once. Thanks Mr. GPS you make our life better every day.
Coming through the Iona bridge. We always love a good bridge.
