Vaeroy

For the first time in ten weeks, Detour headed south.  It was difficult to turn away from the Lofoten islands, so much was left unexplored!  But we weren’t quite finished with Norway and the countdown toward our next destination had begun.  With a few more fresh pollock (saithe) in the freezer, we soon approached the outlying island…

Mouthwatering Scenery

At the harbour of Sorvagen, Moskenes we reunited with S/Y Jenny; pleased to raft-up since the guest pontoon had been full the evening of our arrival, and ecstatic to show Jan and Eli the head and roe of my largest cod ever.  We were generously invited aboard S/Y Jenny for dinner; Eli served a delicious,…

Store Molle

The scenery was always changing at Store Molle, where we first explored from the inner pool anchorage at Gullvika. Store Molle presented sandy shorelines, sprawling fields, woodland trails, and dirt roads for our wandering delight.  On the south side of the island, we meandered into the town of Brettesnes.  We stopped for a chat with a man painting…

Lille Molle

Lille Molle is described in our guidebook as “a beautiful, lonely harbour,” which to us sounded very enticing! It was, in fact, beautiful!  But it was not lonely the evening we stayed because we were joined by our friends Alison and Peter aboard S/Y Upshot.  The fact we were both anchoring at Lille Molle became a bit of…

Arctic Rally Ends

At Henningsvaer, we reunited with the Ocean Cruising Club (OCC) Arctic Rally fleet only to bid our farewells.  We’d like to thank Hovde Maritime for allowing the fleet use of their company canteen to house our farewell pot-luck.  The sailors would disperse, let loose in Norway!  M/Y Migration continued northward, the only participant of the Arctic Rally…

Vestvagoy Vikings

At the island of Vestvagoy, from the airport at Leknes, we would say goodbye to Josh.  But we couldn’t let him leave without just one more excursion!We visited the Lofotr Viking Museum at Borg.  In 1981, a farmer plowing his fields at Borg discovered the ruins of a dwelling.  Further excavation determined that the farmer’s discovery was an…

“Fish ON!”

“Fish ON!” I would yell each time someone announced he or she had a bite on the line.  The phrase caught, and soon Brian, Josh, Jack, Debbi, and Kerri were shouting, “Fish ON!” from every direction!  Detour and S/Y Iroquois had a blast during a sunny afternoon of rafted-up fishing, just offshore from Kabbelvag.  Kerri and I took…