When we came within 30 miles of the northern coast of Newfoundland we could see land. It is a jagged coastline with lots of small islands and bays with numerous skerries and narrow passages. We calculated that we would have a 60 nm nighttime pilotage through the archipelago so we prepared everything on deck so we would not have to look for fenders and moring lines in the darkness. When the night watches began at dusk we were close enough to see the first trees we’ve seen in two months and as we got closer we could smell them. I was on the the first watch and after comparing the chart program with the radar I trusted that the computer would guide us all the way.
It was one of the best watches of the whole trip and with the temperature back up to 15 degrees just like a normal summer night I enjoyed the feeling of having crossed the Atlantic. I woke Nick at 0200 and he steered us all the way to the mouth of the harbour before waking me and Morgan for the entry. After a careful entry in the shallow harbour we could finaly moored at the guest dock. The harbour was much bigger than we anticipated but in the early morning hours it was totaly calm. At the clubhouse we found a big sign that told us to call the customs immediately. Nick called them and while we all where enjoying a well deserved whiskey he had a very long conversation with a stressed customs officer about our whole trip and our intentions about taking the boat to Canada. When he finished he told us that we where forbidden to leave the boat until the next morning at 8 am when customs would come to clear us. Since we were tired it suited us just fine and it was easy to fall asleep in a boat that wasn’t moving, heeling or getting knocked by waves.