{"id":1766,"date":"2014-07-21T21:41:10","date_gmt":"2014-07-22T02:41:10","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/cruisingonthemaryt.com\/?p=1766"},"modified":"2021-08-24T11:15:27","modified_gmt":"2021-08-24T16:15:27","slug":"st-peters-nova-scotia-ramea-newfoundland","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/clickbert.com\/blog\/st-peters-nova-scotia-ramea-newfoundland\/","title":{"rendered":"St. Peter&#8217;s, Nova Scotia to Ramea, Newfoundland"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"metaslider-id-1704\" style=\"max-width: 575px;\" class=\"ml-slider-3-109-0 metaslider metaslider-nivo metaslider-1704 ml-slider has-dots-nav ms-theme-default\" role=\"region\" aria-label=\"StPeters-Ramea\" data-height=\"360\" data-width=\"575\">\n    <div id=\"metaslider_container_1704\">\n        <div class='slider-wrapper theme-default'><div class='ribbon'><\/div><div id='metaslider_1704' class='nivoSlider'><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/clickbert.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/chubby-575x360.jpg\" height=\"360\" width=\"575\" data-caption=\"Chubby&#039;s in St. Peter&#039;s--waiting for &quot;Arthur&quot; to arrive\" alt=\"\" class=\"slider-1704 slide-1759 msDefaultImage\" \/><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/clickbert.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/capesmoky-575x360.jpg\" height=\"360\" width=\"575\" data-caption=\"Cape Smokey near Ingonish on Cape Breton Island\" alt=\"\" class=\"slider-1704 slide-1753 msDefaultImage\" \/><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/clickbert.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/IMG_2019-575x360.jpg\" height=\"360\" width=\"575\" data-caption=\"We are anchored here\" alt=\"\" class=\"slider-1704 slide-1707 msDefaultImage\" \/><a href=\"https:\/\/clickbert.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/IMG_2020.jpg\" target=\"_blank\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/clickbert.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/IMG_2020-575x360.jpg\" height=\"360\" width=\"575\" data-caption=\"The beach at Ingonish\" alt=\"\" class=\"slider-1704 slide-1708 msDefaultImage\" \/><\/a><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/clickbert.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/lobsterboat-575x360.jpg\" height=\"360\" width=\"575\" data-caption=\"The end of lobster season means bringing in all the traps\" alt=\"\" class=\"slider-1704 slide-1755 msDefaultImage\" \/><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/clickbert.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/IMG_2022-575x360.jpg\" height=\"360\" width=\"575\" data-caption=\"A view from the Keltic Lodge in Ingonish\" alt=\"\" class=\"slider-1704 slide-1709 msDefaultImage\" \/><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/clickbert.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/IMG_2026-575x360.jpg\" height=\"360\" width=\"575\" data-caption=\"The beach at Ingonish \" alt=\"\" class=\"slider-1704 slide-1710 msDefaultImage\" \/><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/clickbert.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/amy-575x360.jpg\" height=\"360\" width=\"575\" data-caption=\"Is the sun in her eyes or has Amy&#039;s political beliefs become way too extreme?\" alt=\"\" class=\"slider-1704 slide-1757 msDefaultImage\" \/><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/clickbert.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/20140711_164041-575x360.jpg\" height=\"360\" width=\"575\" data-caption=\"Cobblestones in Ingonish\" alt=\"\" class=\"slider-1704 slide-1760 msDefaultImage\" \/><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/clickbert.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/IMG_2030-575x360.jpg\" height=\"360\" width=\"575\" data-caption=\"Our anchorage in Ingonish\" alt=\"\" class=\"slider-1704 slide-1711 msDefaultImage\" \/><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/clickbert.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/cinqcerf2-575x360.jpg\" height=\"360\" width=\"575\" data-caption=\"Mary T at anchor in Cinq Cerf Bay, Newfoundland\" alt=\"Mary T at anchor in Cinq Cerf Bay\" class=\"slider-1704 slide-1762 msDefaultImage\" \/><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/clickbert.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/IMG_2037-575x360.jpg\" height=\"360\" width=\"575\" data-caption=\"Mary T at rest\" alt=\"\" class=\"slider-1704 slide-1712 msDefaultImage\" \/><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/clickbert.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/IMG_2045-575x360.jpg\" height=\"360\" width=\"575\" data-caption=\"Dingwall on Cape Breton Island, Nova Scotia\" alt=\"\" class=\"slider-1704 slide-1717 msDefaultImage\" \/><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/clickbert.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/heron-575x360.jpg\" height=\"360\" width=\"575\" data-caption=\"Heron and friend in Dingwall\" alt=\"\" class=\"slider-1704 slide-1754 msDefaultImage\" \/><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/clickbert.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/woundedanchors-575x360.jpg\" height=\"360\" width=\"575\" data-caption=\"Wounded anchors in Dingwall\" alt=\"\" class=\"slider-1704 slide-1758 msDefaultImage\" \/><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/clickbert.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/IMG_2038-575x360.jpg\" height=\"360\" width=\"575\" data-caption=\"Port aux Basques, Newfoundland\" alt=\"\" class=\"slider-1704 slide-1713 msDefaultImage\" \/><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/clickbert.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/IMG_2041-575x360.jpg\" height=\"360\" width=\"575\" data-caption=\"Mary T and Evergreen at the wharf in Port aux Basques, Newfoundland\" alt=\"\" class=\"slider-1704 slide-1715 msDefaultImage\" \/><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/clickbert.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/IMG_2044-575x360.jpg\" height=\"360\" width=\"575\" data-caption=\"Port aux Basques, Newfoundland\" alt=\"\" class=\"slider-1704 slide-1716 msDefaultImage\" \/><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/clickbert.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/IMG_2065-575x360.jpg\" height=\"360\" width=\"575\" data-caption=\"Port aux Basques, Newfoundland\" alt=\"\" class=\"slider-1704 slide-1724 msDefaultImage\" \/><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/clickbert.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/IMG_2046-575x360.jpg\" height=\"360\" width=\"575\" data-caption=\"The church on the hill in Port aux Basques, Newfoundland\" alt=\"\" class=\"slider-1704 slide-1718 msDefaultImage\" \/><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/clickbert.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/IMG_2053-575x360.jpg\" height=\"360\" width=\"575\" data-caption=\"We thought of joining\" alt=\"\" class=\"slider-1704 slide-1720 msDefaultImage\" \/><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/clickbert.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/IMG_2055-575x360.jpg\" height=\"360\" width=\"575\" data-caption=\"Port aux Basques has many large art pieces throughout the town\" alt=\"\" class=\"slider-1704 slide-1721 msDefaultImage\" \/><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/clickbert.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/1000-575x360.jpg\" height=\"360\" width=\"575\" alt=\"\" class=\"slider-1704 slide-1706 msDefaultImage\" \/><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/clickbert.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/IMG_2063-575x360.jpg\" height=\"360\" width=\"575\" alt=\"\" class=\"slider-1704 slide-1723 msDefaultImage\" \/><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/clickbert.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/IMG_2069-575x360.jpg\" height=\"360\" width=\"575\" data-caption=\"Hunting cabin in the upper reaches of LaPoile Bay\" alt=\"\" class=\"slider-1704 slide-1725 msDefaultImage\" \/><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/clickbert.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/IMG_2073-575x360.jpg\" height=\"360\" width=\"575\" data-caption=\"LaPoile Bay waterfall\" alt=\"\" class=\"slider-1704 slide-1726 msDefaultImage\" \/><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/clickbert.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/IMG_2086-575x360.jpg\" height=\"360\" width=\"575\" data-caption=\"At anchor in LaPoile Bay\" alt=\"\" class=\"slider-1704 slide-1727 msDefaultImage\" \/><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/clickbert.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/IMG_2109-575x360.jpg\" height=\"360\" width=\"575\" data-caption=\"The cemetery in the town of LaPoile\" alt=\"\" class=\"slider-1704 slide-1729 msDefaultImage\" \/><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/clickbert.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/IMG_2111-575x360.jpg\" height=\"360\" width=\"575\" data-caption=\"Sleds are used to carry wood from the hill to the homes in LaPoile\" alt=\"\" class=\"slider-1704 slide-1730 msDefaultImage\" \/><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/clickbert.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/IMG_2113-575x360.jpg\" height=\"360\" width=\"575\" data-caption=\" LaPoile wharf\" alt=\"\" class=\"slider-1704 slide-1732 msDefaultImage\" \/><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/clickbert.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/IMG_2116-575x360.jpg\" height=\"360\" width=\"575\" data-caption=\"LaPoile\" alt=\"\" class=\"slider-1704 slide-1733 msDefaultImage\" \/><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/clickbert.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/IMG_2117-575x360.jpg\" height=\"360\" width=\"575\" data-caption=\"LaPoile\" alt=\"\" class=\"slider-1704 slide-1734 msDefaultImage\" \/><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/clickbert.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/IMG_2118-575x360.jpg\" height=\"360\" width=\"575\" data-caption=\"Proud as can be\" alt=\"\" class=\"slider-1704 slide-1735 msDefaultImage\" \/><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/clickbert.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/IMG_2120-575x360.jpg\" height=\"360\" width=\"575\" data-caption=\"LaPoile\" alt=\"\" class=\"slider-1704 slide-1736 msDefaultImage\" \/><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/clickbert.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/IMG_2122-575x360.jpg\" height=\"360\" width=\"575\" data-caption=\"LaPoile\" alt=\"\" class=\"slider-1704 slide-1737 msDefaultImage\" \/><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/clickbert.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/lapoile2-575x360.jpg\" height=\"360\" width=\"575\" data-caption=\"LaPoile\" alt=\"\" class=\"slider-1704 slide-1751 msDefaultImage\" \/><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/clickbert.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/IMG_2128-575x360.jpg\" height=\"360\" width=\"575\" data-caption=\"Mary T at anchor down the river from the town of LaPoile\" alt=\"\" class=\"slider-1704 slide-1738 msDefaultImage\" \/><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/clickbert.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/lapoile-575x360.jpg\" height=\"360\" width=\"575\" data-caption=\"LaPoile on a sunny day\" alt=\"\" class=\"slider-1704 slide-1752 msDefaultImage\" \/><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/clickbert.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/IMG_2138-575x360.jpg\" height=\"360\" width=\"575\" data-caption=\"Mary T\" alt=\"\" class=\"slider-1704 slide-1739 msDefaultImage\" \/><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/clickbert.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/cinqcerf-575x360.jpg\" height=\"360\" width=\"575\" data-caption=\"Scene from Cinq Cerf Bay\" alt=\"\" class=\"slider-1704 slide-1763 msDefaultImage\" \/><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/clickbert.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/swimming-575x360.jpg\" height=\"360\" width=\"575\" data-caption=\"Clear water stream flowing into Betty Cove at Cinq Cerf Bay\" alt=\"\" class=\"slider-1704 slide-1765 msDefaultImage\" \/><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/clickbert.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/dinghy-575x360.jpg\" height=\"360\" width=\"575\" data-caption=\"&quot;Marsh Fellow&quot; at anchor off the stone ledge by our new found swimming hole\" alt=\"\" class=\"slider-1704 slide-1764 msDefaultImage\" \/><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/clickbert.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/IMG_2143-575x360.jpg\" height=\"360\" width=\"575\" data-caption=\"Scene from Ramea\" alt=\"\" class=\"slider-1704 slide-1741 msDefaultImage\" \/><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/clickbert.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/IMG_2140-575x360.jpg\" height=\"360\" width=\"575\" data-caption=\"Ramea\" alt=\"\" class=\"slider-1704 slide-1740 msDefaultImage\" \/><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/clickbert.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/ramea-575x360.jpg\" height=\"360\" width=\"575\" data-caption=\"Ramea\" alt=\"\" class=\"slider-1704 slide-1761 msDefaultImage\" \/><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/clickbert.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/IMG_2146-575x360.jpg\" height=\"360\" width=\"575\" data-caption=\"They love their yard art in Ramea\" alt=\"\" class=\"slider-1704 slide-1742 msDefaultImage\" \/><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/clickbert.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/IMG_2147-575x360.jpg\" height=\"360\" width=\"575\" alt=\"\" class=\"slider-1704 slide-1743 msDefaultImage\" \/><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/clickbert.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/IMG_2148-575x360.jpg\" height=\"360\" width=\"575\" alt=\"\" class=\"slider-1704 slide-1744 msDefaultImage\" \/><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/clickbert.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/IMG_2151-575x360.jpg\" height=\"360\" width=\"575\" alt=\"\" class=\"slider-1704 slide-1745 msDefaultImage\" \/><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/clickbert.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/IMG_2152-575x360.jpg\" height=\"360\" width=\"575\" alt=\"\" class=\"slider-1704 slide-1746 msDefaultImage\" \/><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/clickbert.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/IMG_2153-575x360.jpg\" height=\"360\" width=\"575\" alt=\"\" class=\"slider-1704 slide-1747 msDefaultImage\" \/><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/clickbert.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/IMG_2154-575x360.jpg\" height=\"360\" width=\"575\" alt=\"\" class=\"slider-1704 slide-1748 msDefaultImage\" \/><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/clickbert.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/IMG_2158-575x360.jpg\" height=\"360\" width=\"575\" data-caption=\"Our neighbor at the Ramea wharf\" alt=\"\" class=\"slider-1704 slide-1750 msDefaultImage\" \/><\/div><\/div>\n        \n    <\/div>\n<\/div>\n<p>July 18, La Poile, Newfoundland, Amy<\/p>\n<p>Shlomo the itinerant mohel<br \/>\nFound himself in the town of La Poile<br \/>\nWhen men learned what he did<br \/>\nThey all ran and hid<br \/>\nAnd he made off with the prettiest goile<\/p>\n<p>Something about the town of La Poile inspires limericks. Here&#8217;s another one:<\/p>\n<p>A fisherman named Doyle<br \/>\nLived in the town of La Poile<br \/>\nFacing wind and wave<br \/>\nHe was far from brave<br \/>\nSo often his pants he did soil<\/p>\n<p>If I had one word for Newfoundland it would be inscrutable. From the sea, the landscape is an impenetrable rock. Only when one gets closer can one perceive the occasional settlement with houses nestled among the rocks; or a great fissure in the rock leading to a fjord. It is immense and foreboding and lonely and breathtaking.<\/p>\n<p>The weather is as much a character here as the landscape and the people. Dense fog banks curl around and envelope a piece of shoreline or the boat or everything. It can last for minutes or days. When a nice sunny day emerges, no one fails to notice it. When each passerby proclaims \u201cnice day,\u201d it doesn&#8217;t seem like a platitude but the proclamation of a miracle.<\/p>\n<p>The people are shy but curious, which happens to be a seductive combination. When we&#8217;re at anchor, they may approach slowly in a skiff and watch from a distance. If you show your face, they eventually come closer and may venture a greeting and ask a question. They never stay too long. When tied to a wharf they stand and stare for awhile and move on. They are happy to chat or not. We have not truly begun to penetrate the social milieu.<\/p>\n<p>It is only today that we can clearly see our surroundings as the fog has been so thick, that we could barely see the town of La Poile upon entering. We&#8217;d been been up at the head of La Poile Bay which is a pretty remote anchorage, with only a couple of summer cottages on the shoreline. Coming up the Bay we could see neither shoreline til we were nearly at our anchorage and finally the rocky hills revealed themselves. Apart from a little trip in the dinghy to better examine our surroundings which included a waterfall, we remained on <em>Mary T.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>The following day brought us to the town of La Poile, estimated population 100 souls. There are no roads here, but a rather wide walkway which can accommodate ATVs, the only mode of transportation. On our first walk in town we were nearly run over by a tiny child tearing down the \u201croadway\u201d in one of these vehicles. At one point he waved his fist in circles over his head like a bronco rider in a rodeo. I was mesmerized. I asked a passing resident his age. She said 5 or 6.<\/p>\n<p>Like in most small outports on the south coast of Newfoundland, those who remain are fishermen. We purchased some fresh cod yesterday and it was delicious. There is some in the freezer too. We will be able to fish ourselves starting tomorrow. It&#8217;s open season for \u201cfood fishing\u201d for three weeks and each person is allowed 5 cod per day. I think if we get one every other day that will be sufficient.<\/p>\n<p>Now to back track&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>A few weeks ago we sat out tropical storm ARTHUR in St. Peter&#8217;s, Nova Scotia, which is the gateway town to the Bras D&#8217;Or Lakes in the heart of Cape Breton. We took a slip and prepared for a big blow, but it was rather anti-climactic. We ran into a couple of other American cruisers, both of whom we&#8217;d run into in Liscomb and both of whom were bound for Newfoundland. One was the young couple on the schooner and the other and older couple on a fancy yacht called <em>Nirvana III<\/em>. The schooner couple gave us a tour of <em>Hearts Desire<\/em>, which is a truly beautiful traditional wooden schooner from the 1920s. To die for but I wouldn&#8217;t want to own it. They&#8217;re heading up the west coast of Newfoundland, so I doubt we&#8217;ll see them again.<\/p>\n<p>From St. Peter&#8217;s, we sailed across the Bras D&#8217;Or Lakes to Baddeck, where we only spent one night. In the yacht club we witnessed Germany destroy Brazil in the World Cup semifinals. Everyone was aghast. What would happen in Brazil?<\/p>\n<p>The following day we had a fast, wild sail to Ingonish in the Cape Breton Highlands. It was a little nerve wracking entering the harbor as the entrance was littered with lobster pots and the wind was blowing like stink. Ingonish is one of the most beautifully dramatic places we&#8217;ve visited. Cape Smoky plunges into the sea from a height of 1000 feet. The Harbor is huge and surrounded by mountains. There is a ski resort within view.<\/p>\n<p>We did the same thing there as we did five years ago: hike to the fresh water lake, take a swim and then hike up to the Keltic Lodge for a bite to eat. There&#8217;s also a beach on the ocean side which we walked along, but the water was too frigid for our taste. Most of the beach is cobblestone. I&#8217;ve never seen so many beautiful rocks.<\/p>\n<p>Leaving Ingonish, we we sailed for Dingwall, another 20 miles up the coast. Not long into the voyage the wind died and the fog enveloped us. We saw nothing the whole journey except one whale which I momentarily mistook for a small island. Entering Dingwall was a little scary as it&#8217;s narrow as all get out and we couldn&#8217;t see the entrance until we were upon it. Cap&#8217;n Kenny did a fine job of getting us in.<\/p>\n<p>After the fog lifted we took a walk about. Not much there, but plenty of deserted beach and one intrepid German who went for a swim. The next day we set sail for Newfoundland. Arrived in Port-aux-Basques with two other sailing vessels. Philip of the sailing vessel <em>Evergreen<\/em> kindly took our lines when we approached the wharf.<\/p>\n<p>Port-aux-Basques is a pretty big town as far as Newfoundland&#8217;s southwest coast goes. I would guess the population to be over 1500. They have a grocery store and pharmacy and a couple of restaurants. Plenty of people walked down the wharf to check us out, but if we were below or occupied they wouldn&#8217;t bother us, but they were happy to chat if we emerged. The Newfie accent can at times be difficult to understand, but I usually can get the drift of what they&#8217;re saying.<\/p>\n<p>One of my favorite things in Port-aux-Basques are the giant oil paintings scattered throughout the town depicting various aspects of life in Port-aux-Baques.<\/p>\n<p>Philip of <em>Evergreen<\/em> borrowed a car and I hitched a ride with him to the gas station for diesel. Kenny refilled the water tanks and I did some grocery shopping. After two nights there we were ready to move on. There was only one concern&#8211;our water was not getting hot after running the engine. We feared the water in the engine&#8217;s cooling system was not circulating properly and that our engine might overheat. This had been a problem a couple of years ago on the ICW in South Carolina.<\/p>\n<p>So departing Port-aux-Baques, we tested it and the water was only luke warm. Not only is this a drag for bathing, but it could mean we had a real problem. Rather than go too far, we elected to anchor in Isle-aux-Morts, a stone&#8217;s throw from Port-aux-Basques. We rolled up our sleeves and embarked on a number of tests on the cooling system. One of these tests resulted in a shower of anti-freeze all over ourselves and the saloon of <em>Mary T<\/em>. This led to a long clean-up and somewhat frayed nerves, but we soldiered through it.<\/p>\n<p>After the clean-up and a short break, we re-filled the \u201cheader tank\u201d with anit-freeze and water (like a radiator) and decided to move on the next day and see what happened. As luck would have it, we now have hot water again! Maybe we just needed to make a big mess to fix it.<\/p>\n<p>While anchored in Isle-aux-Morts, a trawler approached us and as I climbed out of the cockpit to greet them, I thought I recognized the people. Indeed it was Tom Harvey with his wife, daughter and grandchild. We had met five years ago when we tied up at the town wharf during Hurricane Bill. Tom had generously invited us to his house for beers and showers. This time we told him we&#8217;d be moving on but would try to come back for a visit after our trip up the coast.<\/p>\n<p>The next day we sailed in mixed up seas and a tail wind through the fog up La Poile Bay, writing limericks&#8230;.<\/p>\n<p>July 21, 2014, Ramea, Amy<\/p>\n<p>From La Poile we moved onto Cinq Cerf Bay and found a perfectly lovely little anchorage in a cove. No human habitation in sight. We were unable to find the hiking trails we&#8217;d read about, but we did find a lovely stream and fresh water pond in which we happily bathed. Of course we wrote a limerick.<\/p>\n<p>We sailed to the Bay of Cinq Cerf<br \/>\nHoping to hike on firm turf<br \/>\nWe discovered a pool<br \/>\nIt felt nice and cool<br \/>\nBut the land was squishy like nerf<\/p>\n<p>Yesterday we sailed 35 miles to the island town of Ramea, about six miles off the coast. It&#8217;s a very tidy little town full of helpful friendly people. Unfortunately it was dinnertime when we arrived, so no one was on the wharf to catch our lines. It took three approaches before we got it right and managed to attach ourselves. It was close to high tide so at least we could reach the top of the wharf. At low tied the top of the dock is over our heads.<\/p>\n<p>The big event the night we arrived was the spotting of a giant lobster in the harbor. A small crowd making excited noises was gathered on the wharf staring down with great interest, so I jumped off of <em>Mary T<\/em> to see what was up. A man pointed down toward the beast. It was the biggest lobster I&#8217;ve ever seen. The biggest claw had to measure at least 7 inches in length.<\/p>\n<p>We&#8217;ve taken a couple of hikes around Ramea which boasts a lovely wooden walkway around the much of the island. After our morning stroll, we spent much of today at \u201cEastern Outdoors\u201d which offers meals, internet, showers, laundry and of course kayak tours. We took advantage of everything except the kayak tours. Darlene, the woman in charge, was very attentive to all our needs. I told her we&#8217;d fallen in love with the place and wanted to move to Ramea. She said there were some places for sale including her sister&#8217;s.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat&#8217;s she asking for it?,\u201d I ventured.<\/p>\n<p>\u201c$15,000.00.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cCan we have a look at it?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Darlene arranged for us to see her sister&#8217;s house a couple of hours ago. It was tiny but tidy and solid. The view was pretty good especially since the place across the street is about to be torn down.<\/p>\n<p>Kenny was amazed that you can buy any house for that amount of money in a place that&#8217;s beautiful, clean and safe. 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