Sea day, heading to Halifax, Nova Scotia

Despite the fog, Paul wasn't needed on the Bridge. He got a call at midnight to tell him that, and then it took him ages to get back to sleep.

There has been thick fog, on and off all day, and the ship's whistle has been going on a regular basis. It is weird sailing almost "blind."

Guests were invited to play the usual game of pickleball on deck, and jokingly, it was mentioned that the ball might become invisible (going into the fog). 😆Read more