The old man at Yellow Bluff must have been asleep as we passed by.

Time is taking it's toll on some of the buildings in Hospital Cove.

Even the sailboats were taunting the winds.

One little snap between grabbing the paddle and making the push to get around the jetty.

Weaving through the rocks at Pt. Blunt required no skills at all.

Ivy invades the old hospital.

While the bridge played peek-a-boo.

We are well hidden from the long fingers of the Masters of Finance.

Boats loaded, requisite hydration complete.

Flat flat flat.

Still waiting for the wind.

We pondered the asking price for this pied-à-terre with waterfront access and a peek-a-boo view.

And yet, still flat.

And the bridge is gone from sight.

An old photography trick; hold the camera really low to the water to make it look scary. See?

A ferry wake provides the most challenge of the day.

Our last moments before the air gun goes off.