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.
