The Tioga sailors have often sailed by bright sparkling stars or a moon. Cassiopeia, the big W in the sky being a favorite, but that was not to be. A ceiling of zero and 20 feet visibility was what we had as a view for the evening and much of the day. Except for the occasional puffin, we were by ourselves in our own little cocoon. The winds fluctuated through out the night and through the day. The crew became quite proficient at raising and lowering the Gennaker and the iron shute did its share of the work.
We determine that Newfoundland should be renamed to NewFogland. The fog only seemed to get denser the longer we sailed through it. Thankfully we came across no floating apartment buildings or orange vans with big headlights.
The challenge of sailing through the fog furthered our appreciation of our ancestor sailors who did not have the benefits of GPS, accurate charts, AIS, and radar – did we actually turn the radar on? The radar would have been on but Steve dropped his quarter, before putting it in the slot so we were on our own.
We rounded the corner and headed Northeast towards Auquaforte/Cape Boyle, our stop for the night. The fog began to clear and the crew got excited at the few whales we were able to see.
Then as we turned into the fjord there were dozens and dozens of whales sighthings. They were all around us. The spray from the blowholes were everywhere, whales breaking the surface near and far. One so close Steve attempted to scratch its back. The highlight of each was watching for the tails as they slowly slipped below the surface.
We anchored in a small calm cove complete with its own waterfall. We broke out the grill and dined on pork loin, potato salad and carrots. We settled in with wine glasses for a little stargazing.
Another great day aboard Tioga.