Month: September 2023

Some marinas are like a warm, welcoming home away from home, and St. Peter’s Lions Marina is undoubtedly one of them. From the moment we glided toward the dock, Gerry, the marina manager, was our wind-whispering guardian. He skillfully orchestrated our docking maneuver even in the face of the stubborn, gusty winds. Then, with the finesse of a seasoned host, he simply uttered, ‘Well, now, relax and unwind.’

As we tackled the paperwork, Gerry, with the curiosity of a detective, unearthed all our sailing woes – both with the sail and the rigging. Without missing a beat, he extended a helping hand, offering to connect us with experts in the field. Gerry, we salute you! Your marina isn’t just top-notch in terms of amenities and maintenance (seriously, everything was shipshape!), but it also exudes a genuine sense of belonging, attentiveness, and care.

Moreover, we were pleasantly surprised that our neighbours on the dock from the SV Summerdim, Jonathan and Dawn, had a sewing machine and were glad to offer their help with sewing the sail. After a night of drying our sail in the marina’s wardroom (which felt like a cozy den), the following day, under Jon’s direction, we stitched our jib back together, using an entire spool of thread and addressed every weak point it had. A big shoutout to Jon, Dawn, and their trusty canine companion, Milly, who was the real captain of the socializing ship!

And then, there was Adrian, a seasoned yachtsman with a strong British accent. He had found his harbour haven after a lifetime of overseas voyages. Adrian, also a coach for local yachtsmen, came to our rescue with rigging wisdom. Armed with a strain gauge, he meticulously measured cable tensions and restored balance to our rigging. Adrian, you’re a true seafaring saviour!

In the end, it was not just the stunning views of the marina but the camaraderie and the willingness to help that made our stay at St. Peter’s Lions Marina an unforgettable chapter of our nautical journey.

Another day of the passage under the sail along the Lake of Bras d’Or – the wind was coming stronger up to 20-25 knots, so we had to go on 2 reefs of the main sail and half-furled jib. The main reason for the folded jib – in one place it began to break at the seams and to maintain the sail from further rupture, we decided to half furle it. Our port of call was St. Peter’s – the last marina at the southern exit from the lake, connected to the ocean by the historical St. Peter’s Canal.

Our sailing escapade across Lake Bras d’Or was like a weather rollercoaster, minus the tropical storm ride – thank goodness! We were showered with rain, serenaded by a rainbow (the true divas of meteorology), toasted by the sun (well, at least the parts that didn’t get soaked), and given a good old-fashioned wind-whipping.

Navigating through the eye of a needle of the Barra Strate Bridges in the Grand Narrows (don’t worry, no sewing skills required), we finally arrived at Big Harbor. Or at least, that’s what we thought until we realized it was more like ‘Mini Harbour.’ It was so tiny that if you blinked, you’d sail right past it.

As the day transitioned into night, we found ourselves in splendid solitude. It was just us and the whispering winds, the gentle lapping of the water, and probably a few curious fish wondering why we humans do what we do. It was like our own private island, except without the room service or cabana boy. We embraced the tranquillity and enjoyed our night in the cozy confines of ‘Big Narbor’—because sometimes, you don’t need a grand harbour; a tiny bay can be just as epic.