Trip Start Oct 15, 2010
35Trip End Dec 15, 2010
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The entrance to the Gulf of Morbihan is narrow and considerable water moves through with each tide. We arrived a bit early and still found a current against us at two knots, the water swirling. The gulf is full of islands reminiscent of the Washington San Juans. There are little anchorages everywhere and in one of these we tied up to a free buoy and swung to the current as we made our lunch of dry sausage, small pickles, foies de volailles, and tinned mussels.
One could imagine the old pirates hiding out in this maze of channels. We needed the good chart Libellule had bought. There are also treacherous shallows and the depth alarm did beep a few times when we had less than a meter of water below our keel. We motored on smooth water without a breeze for sailing.
Near Vannes the channel narrowed considerably and we had to tie up to a floating dock to wait for the Kerino bridge to swing open. The operator hailed us as we passed through behind a single file of other boats, and he gave us an assigned slip number. We waved to acknowledge. The slip was only just wide enough for us, but we managed to deposit Pappy on the narrow dock, and me aboard the neighboring boat, and manually wedge ourselves into place. We were close to the heart of the city.
There was nothing to do at this point but to go into town to fetch four dozen oysters and three baguettes. We raised a toast with De-De's cognac mixed with tonic, and threw four slabs of beef on the grill on the dock. The full moon lighted the broken clouds above our dinner around the small wooden table in the cockpit.
Here is the first photo from today.
Here is the route we sailed today.