In May 2011, after four years of life on McNutt's Island, we moved to Montreal. This blog remains, though, as a (sort of) daily record of our time on the island, and a winding path for anyone who would like to meander about among its magical places. For additional perspectives and insights I recommend Greg's book, Island Year: Finding Nova Scotia (2010), and my Bowl of Light (2012). I'll continue to post once in a while. If you do want to read this blog, one option would be to begin at the beginning of it (which is, as we all know, in blog-world, at the end), and read forward, concluding with the most recent entry. It's a journal, really, so it does makes more sense if you read it that way. But, you know, read it any way you like.

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

At the mouth of the eastern channel

We explored a small section along the eastern side, where the Atlantic Ocean meets the mouth of the eastern channel. This channel is the deeper of the two means of access into Shelburne's inner harbour. It is more traveled than the western channel, which was called False Passage on the old maps and is quite shallow in places. Since our house is on the western shore and looks out onto the western channel, we hardly ever see the sights of the eastern channel: the bigger commercial fishing boats going in and out year around; and sailboats, cruisers and historic tall ships in summer.

It feels like a different world on the eastern side.
And the shore itself is very different: all cliffs and crags, secret sea-carved inlets and crashing waves.
We startled a colony of Eiders...
who quickly formed a defensive flotilla and sailed out to sea.
A gang of Shags, as Cormorants are known, was more nonchalant about our presence.

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