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... us to hop out and explore. I had the best time taking pictures of the lighthouse, the tiny church, the Atlantic waves, the strange headland rocks that were smooth and beige with silver pools of ice water- exactly like how one imagines the surface of the moon will be when one finally goes. I also did some close up shots of the spindly coastal plants against the iron-grey skies. It was bitterly cold but overwhelmingly beautiful. Eventually we all packed in to one of the ...
... The strangeness of thinking of a time before Atlanticism, when Britain and America were at war in the 1800s. The contradiction of this war at sea, that saw British sailors defect to the American navy and enslaved Americans seek their freedom on British ships. Many of these freed slaves went on to settle in Nova Scotia and New Brunswick, though they were for many decades viewed as a servile class within white Canadian communities. I also kept ...
... shops and museums. We were able to tie up to a floating dock right in front of the Museum of the Atlantic. The Arcadia is in the next slip to our starboard and is part of the museum. We toured her and then went to tour the corvette (a WW II boat) which in the next slip to us on the port side. Later in the afternoon we were sitting on the couch about to take showers before we went out to dinner ...
... Atlantic Canada stays fixed in the past.
There were some lovely landscapes. Notable, the Fundy Trail Parkway (New Brunswick), Cape Breton Highlands National Park (Nova Scotia) and the Points East Coastal Drive (Prince Edward Island). I appreciated all these, but was dismayed by the lack of locals and tourists alike. I kept coming up with ideas on how I might pump tourism dollars into the economy and get ...
... Canal and then it was back out to open waters as
we departed the U.S for the summer. Around six a.m. the next morning Captain
Steve and I arrive on shift to find the boat buried in thick fog and the crew
scrabbling to slow the engines as they have run over a lobster pot line, an
experience every mariner dreads and one that is all too common in these
northeast waters. Sure enough the long blue rope has wrapped around our
starboard prop and we are ...