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Saturday, July 26, 2014

#17 Down East Circle; St Pierre Miquelon


After spending an extra day at Ramea Island the weather report was favorable and the fog was expected to burn off.  So I set out for St Pierre.  I had thought to go as far as Francios but decided to do the whole trip in one day because of weather uncertainties. As it turned out that was a good decision. I motored most uneventful all the way.  It was sunny and relatively warm so I put a chair in the bow and used my remote to steer the boat for about 8 hrs of the 10 spent traveling.  I did spot some whales breaching about 5 miles away, but getting any closer was impossible, as they would be gone by the time I arrived.


Arriving at St Pierre, I was greeted by Enrique the harbormaster.  He got in touch with the customs and immigration control folks and after I tied up, they were there to process me thru.  It took less than 15 minutes to get cleared.  The sailboat regatta was concluding today as the race had been run and won. There was a band and party tonight at the Yacht Club to which I attended.


First look at France on the approach



St Pierre is a sea port town, with most of the buildings and town nestled in this natural harbour.  I was pleased to see that most of the houses and the town in general was neat and in good repair.  Notice the colors of the buildings.








I came to St Pierre to celebrate Bastille Day which was happening in a few more days so that is what I did.  I also got a chance to ride my new bike and wear my brand new helmet around the island.

Bastille Day started with children’s games in the AM. There were bands and entertainment all day long.  When I first entered the crowd I was greeted by an organizer carrying large trays of Baggett bread and sausage to which I helped myself, I was next greeted by a wine glass, handed to me by non other than the town mayor. After that there was a blur of activity all afternoon long, with pitchers of wine providing refills at strategic intervals.

There was a Pipe and drum band with Scottish dancers from Nova Scotia providing entertainment at 3 o’clock.  They put on a good show. I got pictured with the leader.


In the evening there was a fireworks display.  It got cool and I had to wear a heavy hoodie for warmth.




I met Mr Poulet, and I have no idea his function at Bastille day.

Some pictures from outside the town

 The harbour and remains of the air field.  A new airport was built on the other side of this mountain.  Now the old air field is being built up with new housing etc.
 Lighthouse facing "Mother France"
 This is an old channel marker buoy, notice the basket affair on top. Haven't a clue as to purpose.



 Back in town.

 On the parking strip for the old airport they are building this new SINGLE building which is the Hospital.
 My attempt at a selfie, the store behind me is a rabbit warren of rooms which have a variety of groceries. Meats in one room, veggies in another.  Kinda cool.  I got a baggett and cheese for tonight.

Hand wenches for pulling up the boats out of water to land.


Thursday, July 17, 2014

#15 Down East Circle; Cape Breton with Bra d'Or Lake, Cabot trail Fort Louisbourg

I left Pictou and had an uneventful journey to St Georges Bay the Canso Strait and the Canso Canal. From there pressing on to Port Hawkesbury,  I transited the Canso Canal, which was a huge lock.  I was the only boat to enter and I was given the option of free float or tie up. Since no other vessels were in the lock it was an easy choice.


Port Hawkesbury marina is a small well run marina.  The members run the marina, there is a great club house and shower facility.  Close by is a new bakery which has tasty breads and such.

Leaving Port Hawkesbury



All along my travels on the Canadian coast I see electric generating windmills, it is hard for me to understand the opposition to these giants that create free energy.  

From Port Hawkesbury I went to the lock controlling access to the Bras dOr Lake.  The Canadians call the lake an "in-land sea".  It is salt water and open to the ocean in north Cape Breton.  The canal I am using was built to allow southern access.  In the old days they use to haul boats over a hill to the lake with oxen.


St Peter's Lock

There is a recent occurrence at the lock, where squid are appearing in the evening at the lock gates and folks are catching them with hookless devices which the squid grab and the quick pulling action by the fishermen cause them to stick to the lure until on land and they just shake off the squid.


I went into the St Peter's marina close to the lock for fuel as they had the cheapest in the area and after spending a day doing laundry and odd tasks headed up the lake to Baddeck.  

 Baddeck



There is an island just opposite Baddeck where the locals swim.  A courtesy shuttle boat brings folks back and forth all day long.  Her you see it in the morning fog.


The Amoeba is a cement built schooner built by the current owners' dad, it is said that it took him 8 years to complete.  The Amoeba takes groups around the small island and over to the Alexander Bell estate.  He is fed customers from Sydney where cruise ships disembark passengers for a coach ride to Baddeck and the Cabot trail.


Alexander Graham Bell Museum
Just a short walk in town is the Alexander Graham Bell Museum. It holds many exhibits covering all of Alexanders interests and experiments.  It is interesting to note that he was derides by fellow inventors at the time because they claimed he only had the one achievement (Telephone) so Alex was driven to show his genius in many other areas such as manned flight, hydrofoils, hearing impediments, propeller designs , etc.  His family mansion lies across the harbor but no visitors are allowed.  I could just see it peaking thru the trees.








Cabot Trail

Stopped for lunch on the Cabot trail at the Glenora distillery. Lunch was great and he tour of the distillery was also, ending up with a "wee dram".









On the trail















Fortress of Louisbourg

From Wikipedia: "The Fortress of Louisbourg was the capital for the colony of Île-Royale, and was located on the Atlantic coast of Cape Breton Island near its southeastern point. The location for the fortress was chosen because it was easy to defend against British ships attempting to either block or attack the St. Lawrence River, at the time the only way to get goods to Canada and its cities of Quebec and Montreal. South of the fort, a reef provided a natural barrier, while a large island provided a good location for a battery. These defenses forced British ships to enter the harbour via a 500-foot (150 m) channel. The fort was built to protect and provide a base for France's lucrative North American fishery and to protect Quebec City from British invasions. For this reason it has been given the nicknames ‘Gibraltar of the North’ or the ‘Dunkirk of America.’ The fort was also built to protect France’s hold on one of the richest fishing grounds in the world, the Grand Banks. One hundred and sixteen men, ten women, and twenty-three children originally settled in Louisbourg."












What is strange about this building?  The timbers are vertical with mortar in the seams.







The Governors quarters.



When the British destroyed the fort so it would never be a threat to the crown again the only thing left standing was the door to the right.  Everything else was leveled to the ground.  So you can get a good idea of the effort put into restoring this fortress.
The fortress was a town also, with expected commerce from the sea.  The huge natural harbor facing the fortress would be where trade would come and where the principal defenses were concentrated.  The French didn't believe they were threatened from land so that side was neglected.  Oddly enough that is the reason the fortress fell to colonial troops from Massachusetts under the command of the English.

Back on Bra dOr lake, this spot is listed as the best anchorage by the Cruising Club of America.


We were able to wade in fairly warm water and pick up oysters from their beds. they were plentiful.