Whalecove Cottages

By Gary Walther This morning Whale Cove was stuffed with magnesium-flare fog, so metallic-bright it repulsed the eye. The wind toyed with it, turning the top edge into wispy hunchbacks, and by sending all that moisture up the slope to Whale Cove Cottages, lent the air a cool, just-laundered scent.

By Gary Walther The Grand Manan ferry left the terminal in Blacks Harbour in a fog more sheen than soup, a silvery sheath that enveloped it for more than an hour. Then, just off the north tip of Grand Manan, the ferry crossed the threshold into clear, and into a