I left Shelburne hoping to go straight offshore to Maine. But the wind and current around Cape Sable, the corner of Nova Scotia, slowed me way, way down and I decided to bail to Clark's Harbour. The next day, yesterday, I motorsailed to Yarmouth, on the southwest corner of Nova Scotia. Maine is now much closer, 80 to 110 miles, depending on my landfall. I might leave tomorrow, will see...
Leaving Clark's Harbour, 7 am:
Last light, Yarmouth waterfront, last night:
Swordfish bills, plus one marlin (with the red meat), on the wharf in Clark's Harbour, caught by long-liner fishermen:
They were scooped up by Ralph, a local character who is currently harvesting Irish moss for a living. He took me to his summer trailer to see the swords that he makes out of the swordfish bills. He is small and wiry and so his hands are immediately noticeable, swollen from years of frostbite as a lobsterman, due to a circulatory condition called Reynaud's syndrome: