At first, Twilingate appeared to brim with promise. Negociating the approach channel we saw the back of a Foodland supermarket dominating the harbor; we hadn’t seen more than a convenience store since leaving Bonavista. In the harbor, though the water was bright pink from shrimp processing and smelled to high heaven, there was plenty of …
Twillingate
Blown Away in Lumsden It blew near-gale or gale force four out of the five days we were at Lumsden. We hadn’t meant to stay that long—in fact we tried to leave once, when the wind was only supposed to blow 25-30. With storm try’sl and reefed stay’sl, we were making good time close-hauled against …