Sailing up Placentia Bay and coming into Long Harbour was pure bliss for me. I can’t tell you how much it meant to me personally to do this run. I was thinking of my Dad, Jack, and how often he had plied these same waters. He had a true love for nature and had instilled it in all of his children. St. Mary’s Ecological Reserve was one of his favourite places.
I was thinking of him constantly and I knew that if he were here he’d approve of our adventure. My Dad and Mom always encouraged us as kids to do what made us happy. Dad took me out in his boat, even when it was uncommon to introduce your daughters to the ocean. It was his encouragement and love of the sea that made me want to own a boat! So coming into Long Harbour with him on my mind and Mom at our house made this one very special.
We pulled into the dock and had a shower (the first in 3 days)! And when we came off the dock there were our friends Brian & Mel who stopped, on the off-chance that we might be there. So happy to see them!
Then it was into the city to knock off a significant laundry list. Channy loaned us her vehicle (thanks Chan) and we headed in about 1:00 pm. I had to get booster shots, we had to finally empty our house and then there was the gardening! But lo and behold, our fabulous neighbour had taken care of the grounds for us, after the flag waving at Cape Spear and pretty much saved us an entire day. Thanks Asmund!
We knocked off a bunch of tasks but didn’t complete the list so we had to return the next morning at 7 am. The first item was to sell my car (YAY! nothing like coming in under the wire). We had about 20 stops to make before we could get on the move once again.
It was a whirlwind trip and we finally got to Long Harbour around 3 pm where Mom had dinner waiting. She also had made us 2 dozen of the best muffins you have ever tasted!
Coming to Long Harbour was so great because I got to see a bunch of my family and hang out a little. But most of all I got to say goodbye to my Mom! She’s not fond of having her picture taken so I took one of her Sea Holly instead. She’s a bee whisperer and has the greenest thumb I have ever seen.
We loaded up the boat, refuelled and left the dock at 6 pm headed to Port Royal with Captain Phil and Bet. It was a lovely sail out and we came across our first tanker of the voyage. We also had some fabulous nibbles compliments of Bet, my sister. Homemade crackers and tzatziki!
We pulled into Port Royal just as it was getting dark and were welcomed warmly by the folks ashore. Port Royal was a vibrant community before resettlement and is on the same island as Harbour Buffett, the store of outport Placentia Bay before everyone was moved to the main island.
We tied up to the wharf, had a few chats and drinks and were sound to sleep in no time. Only to be awakened at 3 am by Captain Al with an order for all hands on deck. Clearly we were on a starboard list and Ingomar was touching the bottom. When we were planning our trip to Port Royal we’d consulted several people who confirmed we had sufficient depth. Obviously we should have done our own depth measurements but clearly it was too late for that. We waited on shore an hour or so and thankfully a good tie-up job saved us from any big problems. The tide started to come back in around 4 am and we got back to bed. Sorry, no pics. 🙂
The next morning we put out an anchor and settled into our anchorage at a decent depth, only to be joined by my brother Les and Juanita who had just come from trouting in Indian Harbour! We hung out a bit before Al got bored and put on his diving gear. His goal was to replace the zincs on the engine sail drive as he’d determined during haul-out the previous week that they really needed tending. The dive went fabulously!
It was a warm and sunny day in Port Royal so we hiked over to Harbour Buffett with Filbert in tow. He was great, as always and even though it may have been too long, and he had to be carried some of the way, I think he truly enjoyed the adventure.
After the hike our guests had to leave, but not before a selfie.
We had an early night. All this fun and sun can make sailors a sleepy bunch! We turned in around 8:30 pm for an early departure for the Burin peninsula. The next morning was once again a beautiful day and as the sun started to come up behind the hills, I thought of my Dad and how many mornings he’d seen out on this bay, hummed a little tune and steered south.