HOMELESS NO LONGER

HOMELESS NO LONGER

Here we are in our little 2×4 cabin on a rainy, then foggy, then oh, it looks like the sun might break through, then no, there’s the fog and here’s the rain again day.  Francois can only stand up straight in the companionway and frequently bangs his handsome head on something or other and we constantly do our boat dance, shimmingly past each other trying not to disturb what the other is trying accomplish, pick up or put away without getting pissy.  And we look at each other and think we are in heaven.  Is this normal, I think?

And the thought of being (land) homeless doesn’t even seen to come into play.  Afterall, we’ve just been to the local farmers’ market bringing back some yummy things to keep us sustained for the next couple of days including a very good looking Polish sausage that’s hanging from a hook infusing it’s scents throughout the cabin.  Is this what Poland smells like?  If so, yum!  Mix with that the aromas of freshly ground coffee all ready for tomorrow’s first, then second cup and oh, that crusty bread.  My Frenchman does love his bread. That fresh slab of salmon that provided meals for 2 days. Feeling really good knowing we have supported four different local businesses and we haven’t even hit the butcher down the road or the lobster pound a few miles away.

Market Treasures

And did I mentioned we’re homeless? Of course I did because I keep repeating it to myself each day.  Homeless.    I had to write all of this down because I can’t for the life of me figure why this isn’t more upsetting.  Is there another shoe that’s going to drop?  Are we going to wake up tomorrow and wonder what the hell were we thinking?

We’ve put an offer in on a property nearby after a second visit. That one that had all the points on our wish list checked off. Offer received. So what’s happening on the other end? Have they gone to bed to sleep on it while I stay awake wondering what the outcome will be?  Are they just as uncertain as we are. If they turn our offer down will we walk away?  The dance of uncertainty continues.  But the love affair with this property is ongoing..

Room with a View

As I’m writing this we have received a firm acceptance of our offer.  Papers signed.  Both sides satisfied. Now comes all the other stuff. Lawyers, notaries, inspectors, insurance, interprovincial challenges,so many tests to be done within a short period of time.  But the bottom line of all this is we will no longer be homeless once the snow flies.  Our little Red by the Sea with all its charm, all its imperfections, the blank canvas waiting for us to imprint our own mark will soon be ours.

Our Garden Awaits

In the meantime we can now get on with enjoying the rest of our summer. Exploring our new sailing ground. Discovering corners of our new universe.  We will become Aspotogans or Aspotoganites.  Not really sure what residents of Nova Scotia’s Aspotogan Peninsula are called but we’ll be there absorbing everything the region has to offer.

A HOME FOR R.E.D.

A HOME FOR R.E.D.

It’s a big messed up fog of confusion this moving business.  We know we need to find a land home but where to search.  We know we need to find a home for R.E.D. that’s relatively near where we live. We don’t want another situation of when we were in Montreal and had to drive for almost an hour in good traffic to reach our boat club and for those who know Montreal, ‘good traffic’ exists only in dreams.  Most yacht clubs require a full membership before a dock space can be reserved, if indeed they have space for the season.  We could take a lesser convenient mooring but our dinghy, Ballon de Rouge, is still under man power (a small engine is in his future but for now it’s not a priority) and with no shore power how long would our batteries stay charged in frequent east coast fog?  I felt like a cat that had just been let out of her travel case. Anxious. Confused. Stressed.

Mahone Bay

After a couple of days of driving along the picturesque southern coast of Nova Scotia and visiting several marinas and yacht clubs we settled on a home for R.E.D. at least for this season but so far what we see, we really like.  Shining Water Marine is located on the eastern shore of St. Margaret’s Bay on the Light House Route of Highway 333 otherwise known as Peggy’s Cove Road, within 15 minutes from Halifax and within easy driving distance to some of the country’s best beaches. Perfect!

Lobster Boat

And there seems to be a resident lobster fisherman at the quay just west of us.  He may see me standing at his slip when next lobster season rolls around.  If I’m to understand that could be as early as August around these parts.

South Shore

Shining Waters offers the full service of a Yacht Club in a beautiful but relaxed setting without the comittment of a membership.  Washrooms, showers, laundry, new docks with electricity and water. No problem storing our trailer, a functional ramp should we need to haul out for the occasional land trips and a fairly active social agenda should we wish to participate.  And the best part, located near the Head of St. Margaret’s Bay and the gateway to some of Canada’s best sailing ground.

Shining Waters Marine

Finger #53 will be ours for the season and should we choose to continue our relationship here into 2018 and beyond, a deposit to secure our spot is all that’s needed.

Lucky 5+3=8

It was with mixed emotions that we headed out this morning but we didn’t want to overstay the welcome of our generous hosts. But first we had to do a bit of pruning.  That pine tree was just far too close.

Pruning

Inches to spare.

Heading Home

Next on our agenda aside from washing away all the traces of land travel, is to relax a bit, explore our new sailing ground and on off days, find a land home for the crew.  We’re confident that we’ll discover our “Red by the Sea” in good time.  We aren’t in a hurry, we are comfortable aboard R.E.D. until October and the close of the sailing season and when we find it we’ll know it’s right.

Sunset on the Bay

Today the Galley Kat is much more calm and settled.  Our little chalet is now splashed and safely at her dock and tomorrow is a new day with a clean slate on which to write more of our story.

Home

JUST ONE MORE

JUST ONE MORE

Still squeezing those last few days on the water.  The weather has been superb.  Days of gentle breezes and 25 ° C temperatures make it so hard to say goodbye to yet another spectacular season aboard R.E.D.

Last Hurrah

It was the perfect occasion to let the sails have their last breath before being packed away.

Easy Rider

…and Pig makes three.

Pig

Major Pig (ret’d)

Full main and genoa made an easy sail across our lake but on our return the sails came down, all flaked perfectly and stuffed into their bags ready for  next season.

 

Naked Lady on the Dock

I half considered titling this post ‘ Nake Lady on the Dock’ but we get more than enough spam as it is so here you have it, our beautiful R.E.D. de-nuded of her canvas and ready for stage two of her ‘springerizing’ process.  Be back soon.  We aren’t nearly close to being over this ongoing adventure of ours.  Many more sunrises. Many more sunsets. Many more rising moons.

Rising Crescent