We were underway at 7:37, and it was a beautiful day - blue skies and breezy, and not too hot - at first. The breeze was refreshing as the temperature rose, but it created waves that were two feet plus for part of the journey. We were glad to reach Annapolis Harbor just before noon and glad the water had smoothed out. The Annapolis City Dock is just beyond the Naval Academy, and dock space is first-come, first-served. We had called ahead to make sure there would be space for our 38' boat, and as always, we said, "We're a single engine, no bow thruster trawler, so if you have someone to catch a line, we'd sure appreciate it."
They assured us there was room and gave us specific approach instructions. Spa Creek was crowded, the City Dock looked crowded, and we had a stiff breeze blowing us away from the dock. As you can see in the photo, the inlet is narrow, so Captain Mike
was approaching the sharp turn to starboard slowly and cautiously, allowing plenty of room between us and the boats already tied up. Admiral Marian, as usual, was on the bow, ready to toss a line to the waiting dockhand, when two large fast cruisers zoomed up on the starboard side, between us and the bulkhead, then cut to port across our bow and made a U-turn to tie up at a restaurant on the other side of the inlet. Then a sailboat began its slow exit from the dock, just barely squeezing between us and the very nice yacht docked on the opposite wall. The final challenge - the one that made both of us lose our religion - was a flotilla of twelve or so rented kayaks, paddling out from the launch point at the end of the small docking area. Marian yelled "Stay back!! Stay back!!" and Mike blew the horn at them, but the kids, most of them not wearing their life jackets, were oblivious. They came close enough to the boat to push off the hull, not realizing that if a strong gust caught us before we could get docked, they would be sandwiched between our 22-ton boat and the even larger boat beside us (visions of Kayak Flat Bread here). Marian's line toss hit the dockhand on the first try, and he quickly secured the bow, then dashed back to catch the stern line. n most marinas, we leave the windows and shades open, but not here. It was HOT, and the area was crawling with tourists, families out for a Sunday stroll, young couples in love, old couples in love, and every imaginable variation of humanity. With the shades up, they could peer into our salon, and we didn't want to be on display. Once we had all the dock lines secured and the shore power connected, we closed the windows, lowered the shades, and turned on the AC, then Marian set out to find a place for Midas to "get busy" (a real challenge in this area) while Mike went to check in and talk with the Harbormaster about the kayaks. "Not much we can do about it. We don't control the rental company," he shrugged.
|Annapolis City Dock -|
Midas Touch on Left
|Chick 'n Ruth's|
Marian was first out the door, quickly followed by Mike. A passerby, with his dog on a leash, had lost control when the dog lunged for Midas for no apparent reason. Midas had been curled up next to the wall with his head turned toward the wall.
We managed to separate them after Midas had pulled the sign two car lengths down the sidewalk, and much to our later regret, we did not get the man's name or contact information. Mike yelled at him to get his dog away from there and threatened to call the police. A very nice pedestrian had witnessed the entire incident and assured us that Midas had done nothing to provoke the other dog. It didn't appear - at first - that our baby was injured; it was only later that we found blood oozing from the inside of his left ear. We went back to the City Dock to get the name of a local vet, and at the recommendation of another kind bystander, we took Midas to Anne Arundel Emergency Veterinary Clinic, where he received excellent care. Because the attack dog had bit into the cartilage, the vet had to sedate Midas to repair the damage, so we reluctantly left him there. He also received a rabies shot since we had no information on the other dog, and in Maryland, the shot is good for three years.
|Stained Glass in USNA Chapel|
|Midshipmen keep their rooms NEAT!|
|Tomb of John Paul Jones|
|Naval Academy Chapel|
Tuesday morning, we were up early and offWe spent two nights in Delaware City, did laundry, and met fellow Loopers Phil and Pam Eastman from Flowery Branch. They live not far from Mike's son Dave and his family, and they joined us for dinner on our second night.
the Annapolis City Dock at 5:47 for the long
run up the Chesapeake and through the C&D
Canal to Delaware City Marina, a favorite stop
from our first Loop. Tim, owner/dockmaster, is
a consummate professional, and his daily
briefings on tide, wind, and currents forecast
for the next day on Delaware Bay are spot-on.
When boaters arrive, following the buoys
carefully to avoi d shoaling, he or one of his skilled
staff memberscatch the lines from the starboard side of
the boat, then immediately flip it around for a
port side tie-up. Why?
The marina is on the narrow old canal, and it
has a strong current. There's little room to turn
around near the marina, and you definitely
want to be pointed toward Delaware Bay when
We got a late - for us - start when we left Delaware City; we needed to fuel up, which meant waiting for the fuel truck to arrive. It was time for an oil change, and Mike made good use of the hour or so after breakfast to get that done. Disposing of used oil is sometimes an issue, but Delaware City Marina can accommodate that project.
|While you're changing the oil, you|
might as well tighten the packing
around the cutless bearing.
Apparently, they got too hungry to wait, and by the time we finally reached the dock, they were not there. It took Marian several tries to snag a cleat, contending with a swift current and brisk wind, and it was not pretty. Why didn't one or more of the people walking near the dock come to offer a helping hand? We'll never know. We finally secured the boat, and an elderly man came by to tell us that he really admired the way we had neatly coiled our dock lines.
|Lewes: flowers and a lovely gazebo near the town dock|
We enjoyed talking with him, and his praise somewhat softened our
chagrin at our poor docking.
It was all worth it because the town of Lewes is truly charming. We found a great place to have coffee and breakfast, explored the small downtown shopping area, and found a local bakery where we indulged in two "ooey-gooeys," worth every calorie and fat gram. We spent part of the afternoon at the city dock office, taking advantage of the internet to catch up on email, then met Debbie Cutler, one of Marian's colleagues from her insurance days, and Debbie's wife Lynda. Debbie had to meet her manager for dinner, but she and Lynda enjoyed adult beverages at an excellent Italian restaurant while we ate dinner. They went back to the boat with us to meet Midas, who of course made friends immediately, and we all enjoyed the evening so much that we forgot to take pictures of Debbie and Lynda.
Lewes is on the south side of the wide mouth of Delaware Bay, which meant our cruise north along the New Jersey coast would take three days instead of two and that our first stop would have to be Atlantic City, a nine-hour run. Once again, we were traveling on a weekend, and not just any weekend. It was Father's Day weekend, and what seemed like hundreds of boats entering and leaving Absecon Inlet made reaching our marina a real challenge. If you stay in the channel, there's plenty of water. Stray outside just a few yards, and you'll run aground, which is exactly what we did. We radioed the marina to tell them we were stuck, and they offered to send SeaTow to help. No thanks, because by this time we had perfected using the dinghy to push us free. We donned our headsets, known to Loopers as marriage savers, and with Mike in the dinghy to push on the bow and Marian at the helm, we were able to wriggle off the sandbar and make our way to Farley State Marina. Not one of the dozens of boats that went by us offered to help, buy hey, we were in New Jersey. It was Saturday afternoon, and the band playing on the large deck of the Golden Nugget Hotel and Casino was so LOUD that we could barely hear the dockhand telling us where to check in. Crowds, crowds, crowds and noise, noise, noise, plus a fairly long walk to the restroom and showers told us that this was not our kind of place. We had a pretty good dinner, including - surprise - really good collard greens, at the casino buffet, then made our way back to the relative quiet of the boat.
|Night view from our boat|
|Bye, bye Atlantic City|
|Good morning, ocean|
The next stop was Liberty Landing Marina in Jersey City, just north of the Statue of Liberty. Once again, we were off to an early (5:12 am) start, with a smooth undocking, helped by favorable current and wind; with excellent help from the Liberty Landing dockhands, we were tied up before noon.
What to do first? We knew we wanted to see a Broadway show, and we knew we didn't want to spend more money than we had to, so we took advantage of the ferry from Liberty Landing to the terminal near the World Trade Center. From there, we made our way to one of the discount ticket locations, using Google and Mike's cell phone for walking directions. (Never let it be said that we plan and prepare in advance. We seem to do just fine when we ad-lib.) With many theaters are dark on Monday, and the discount tickets, still pretty pricey, good only for that day's shows, we had fewer choices. After some discussion and lots of help from the friendly TKTS guy at the South Street Seaport location, we decided on Something Rotten, "an irreverent valentine to the Broadway musical." From a comment following this YouTube video of the opening number: There are over twenty references to other musicals, all set to a kinda-sorta making fun of musicals tone. Watch the Tony Award's performance of "A Musical" basically roasting the idea of a musical, while simultaneously mentioning or playing short melody pieces of at least twenty different musicals. This play was hilarious. Here's the link:
Enjoy "Welcome to the Renaissance," the first of many great songs. When this show comes to Atlanta in April 2018, we'll be at the Fox to watch it again.
|Ellis Island - on our way to|
Liberty Landing Marina
After the show, we had at least a twenty-minute walk back to the Times Square subway station, then a fifteen-minute ride back to the Port Authority Terminal where we had arrived. The marina ferry service doesn't run at night, so we took PATH (Port Authority Trans-Hudson) back to the Grove Street stop in Jersey City, then a cab back to the marina. Unfortunately, the cab driver didn't seem to know exactly where to drop us off at the marina, and as soon as we saw a gate to Liberty Park, we got out. It was a long walk from the westernmost end of the marina to our boat, where Midas was more than ready for his dinner and a walk. Bless his heart, he had waited patiently for our return. Had we realized before we caught the ferry that we would be staying in Manhattan to see the show, we would have arranged for one of the dockhands to feed Midas and take him for a walk, with a tip, of course. At $4.50/foot, it seems that's the least we should expect.
Traveling with Midas entails constraints, and we didn't want to leave him aboard at Liberty Landing while we toured more of Manhattan the next day.
|We don't think this one flies.|
|Beautiful cruise up the Hudson|
We were delighted to see our Solomons Island friends Steve and Kathleen arrive and dock nearby, and we invited them to join us to visit the CIA - Culinary Institute of America. Enterprise has an office a short walk from the marina, and the four of us set off Thursday morning for a lovely drive along the west side of the Hudson to Hyde Park, a guided tour of the school, where we watched chefs in training through large windows and marveled at the multi-tiered cake on display behind a window in the main hallway. The picture doesn't do it justice. The sugar amethyst crystals look real. Caution if you plan to go - and we strongly recommend that you do: make reservations at one of the outstanding restaurants well in advance of your visit so that you can choose among cuisines: American Bounty for farm to table, Ristorante Caterina de Medici if you crave Italian cuisine, or Le Bocuse for the finest French cuisine. There's also the Apple Pie Bakery Cafe for a more casual experience, with no reservations required. We had an outstanding meal at Le Bocuse, and Steve treated us to an excellent wine since we had paid for the rental car. The CIA is housed in a former Jesuit monastery, and the campus is beautiful.
This chef in training was focused on sifting and weighing cocoa; our guide explained that weighing dry ingredients is much more accurate that measuring. The students all went about their tasks without paying any attention to the visitors staring at them through the windows. If one happened to catch our eyes, they smiled but didn't stop.
|Marian, Mike, Kathleen & Steve|
Ready for fine dining
... almost too beautiful to eat -- but we did!
|Marian & Kathleen|
Our Monday visit to Manhattan just whetted our appetite for more, and Steve and Kathleen graciously allowed us to tag along on Friday. We caught the commuter train to Grand Central Station, then on to the Empire State Building. Our boat neighbor at Half Moon Bay was the SeaTow captain, and Midas had already met his young yellow Lab Molly. Walter graciously offered to take Midas ashore when he came back to his summer live-aboard home for lunch, and the two dogs had a great time. Walter even texted a photo of the two friends taking it easy ashore and told us that when they went back to our boat, Molly jumped right aboard and took a tour. Just one more example of the way that boaters automatically help one another out, and we felt much better knowing that Midas would have a mid-day break while we explored New York.
|Empire State Building - sidewalk view|
|Grand Central Station - you could probably spend a|
|Grand Central - fancy, huh?|
|Steve and Kathleen - ready to hit the sidewalks|
|Empire State Building Lobby - get your tickets here|
|View from the top - looking south|
|People surrounded this mosaic in the Strawberry Fields area|
of the park. One man was singing, and he was good, but
not John Lennon good
From some areas of Central Park, it seems
like you're in the country.
Marian's favorite color, blooming just for her.
We visited the building below, the first stop to visit Belvedere Castle.
Above, one of the peaceful paths.
Below, the crowd in Strawberry Fields.
Last look at Grand Central Station
After Strawberry Fields, we were both ready to return to Half Moon Bay, so we found the subway station that connected with Grand Central. Friendly folks along the way happily explained which color line to catch and where the station was. And luck was with us. As the train approached the end of the line at Croton on Hudson, we struck up a conversation with a woman who was obviously dressed for the office, including spike heels. Ouch! She and her husband used to live in the Half Moon Bay condos, and he was picking her up. They dropped us off at the marina, the end of a long but enjoyable day.
Saturday was clean the boat inside day for Marian, while Mike biked to a shoe store we had seen on our walk to Shop-Rite, hoping to find a new pair of shoes to replace the too-small ones that had been waiting for us when we reached the marina. No luck; we'll keep looking.
From Half Moon Bay to Hyde Park Landing, a small mooring field right in the strong north-flowing Hudson River current. After Marian's three unsuccessful tries to snag the mooring ball's heavy chain, which was hanging below the ball - a unique configuration - and Mike's equally fruitless tries, we launched the dinghy. Mike grabbed our mooring line, already secured with its eye loop around the Sampson post, as he passed beside the bow, then motored over to the mooring ball, where he was able to reach under it to grab the heavy chain, then bring it back to the boat. Marian deftly maneuvered Midas Touch as Mike piloted the dinghy, grabbed the mooring ball, then brought the line back to the boat. By that point, Marian had put the boat in neutral and rushed to the bow to grab the line and wrap it around the Sampson post. We were set for the night, and Marian and Midas joined Mike in the dinghy to go ashore. We had to cross a railroad track, then couldn't figure out how to open the gate from the launch area. Luckily for us, a friendly guy sitting on his upstairs porch saw us and called over to tell us how to work the latch. We ended up spending a couple of pleasant hours on his porch, where he had a large kiddie pool filled with water so he could cool off at will on a very warm afternoon. He offered us a beer, which Mike accepted, and Midas enjoyed meeting his dog and exploring the yard. The next morning, we meet the "marina" manager Pete when we took Midas ashore before beginning our cruise to the next stop, Shady Harbor Marina, on the west bank of the Hudson. Looper friends Burke and Stel from our first trip had recommended it, and they were right. The Tohatsu had been running rough, and Shady Harbor had a mechanic who was able to smooth it out. More helpful, friendly boaters; one of the locals drove Marian to WalMart in the nearby town of New Baltimore, NY. We also met a fellow Looper, who was single-handing (with his Golden Retriever) and had an enjoyable visit the afternoon we arrived. Not only does Shady Harbor have excellent docks, a great on-site restaurant, and skilled mechanics, the ship's store offers more than chips and cookies. The frozen food case stocked awesome stuffed pork chops, huge hamburger patties. We took advantage of the large gas grills on the boaters' patio to grill a couple of the pork chops.
Somewhere before Croton-on-Hudson, Marian lost her fixed bridge while flossing. It would need a dentist to re-seat it, and we knew just whom to call. Two years earlier, Mike had lost a crown when he bit into a Tootsie Roll at the Waterford Visitor Center, just before the beginning of the Erie Canal. We knew just the dentist to call, and made an appointment with the same dentist who had re-attached Mike's crown. Because our visit to Troy coincided with the antique steamboat festival, the Waterford Visitor Center was closed to all other boats, and due to damage from Hurricane Matthew, the Troy Municipal Docks, while open, did not have shore power. Why pay to stay at a dock when it lacks the main amenity? We found an alternate, the Starbuck Island Boat Club, on the west side of the Hudson. This marina consists of an old barge, secured to land with sturdy lines and a ramp. It has a roof, a couple of refrigerators for the "members' beer," and a courtesy car, which we were able to use to go to dinner our first night and to the dentist the next day, including a side trip to the Visitor Center to check out the antique steamboats. Starbuck Island Boat Club lacks a restroom and showers, but $1.50/foot is a bargain for New York, and the locals who hang out there made us welcome. (Marian is now Facebook friends with a couple of them.) One of the regulars caught our lines, helped us secure the boat, and connect to shore power. Midas had a challenge climbing the steps from dock level to the barge; they're metal grates, the kind you'd find in a factory. With his boots, Midas handled them with ease. He also made another friend, Dummy. According to his owner, the dog has another name, but he only answers to Dummy. Midas soon felt right at home, so much so that when he and Marian made a quick trip to the boat, he got tired of waiting for her, jumped off, and returned to the fun and his new friends.
That's Dummy sitting to Midas's left, and he wasn't dumb at all.
The view from MIdas Touch toward the "clubhouse" area where the locals hang out. Check out the grated walkway from the dock to the stairs.
The Champlain Canal locks begin just north of Troy, and the day was cool and breezy. The breeze became strong gusts, which makes locks a real challenge, especially in the first lock, which has no trees to break the wind. Both Mike and Marian managed to drop a boat hook as we tried to grab the lines attached to the top of the lock wall, including our new, expensive one that has a mechanism to grab a cleat or the loop of a mooring ball. The lockmaster was able to retrieve it, and we proceeded north. The wind was so strong at Lock 5 that we got turned sideways, but we were able to straighten out and go through, only to run aground waiting at Lock 6. This time, we had to use both the dinghy and a spare anchor to pull ourselves off. Instead of asking the lockmaster to wait, we told him to go ahead and let the other boater through. A bit later, the boater radioed us to say "thank you." By this time, there were two other smaller cruisers in the canal; we would end up in the locks together, they'd zoom ahead of us, and we'd find them waiting at the next lock.
When we reached Lock 7 late in the afternoon, the lockmaster told us that instead of locking through, we should go past the lock on the left and tie up at the free wall in Fort Edward for the night. That's exactly what we did, and the cruisers were waiting to help us tie up with our bow even with the bottom step of a wide staircase. Perfect - no ladder to try to help MIdas negotiate, and better yet, the free dock had shore power pedestals and water. Fort Edwards is a neat little town, which we enjoyed exploring after having a tasty home-style dinner at a local restaurant. We returned there for breakfast before slipping our lines to return to the canal and north to Whitehall, the town which marks the end of the Champlain Canal.
Instead of the free wall above the lock, we needed to stay at a marina in Whitehall to do laundry, and as it turned out, we had only one choice, the New Whitehall Marina. The second marina had closed, but New Whitehall turned out to be a good stop. The washer & dryer were almost new and free, the showers were decent, and we met some great people. The husband and wife team who manage the marina couldn't have been more helpful, and Marty, a tile setter from New Jersey, took us to a local grocery/deli for great sandwiches since the marina's restaurant was closed. (That's a "whole 'nother story, too long to tell here.) We also met Jim and Molly, a friendly couple from Burlington, VT who insisted that we call them when we got that far north. We're at opposite ends of the political spectrum, but we still enjoyed chatting with them one evening and reconnecting with them when we reached Burlington. Whitehall has a small museum, where we learned about the birth of the U.S. Navy under the leadership of Benedict Arnold, who oversaw the building of several boats.
The museum has a wedding dress on display from the early 20th century as well as lots of other interesting items from earlier times, when Whitehall was a thriving town. Sadly, it's now a dying town, with more vacant stores on its two-block main street than open ones. One bright spot was an excellent restaurant in a former bank building, where we could stay cool and take advantage of their wi-fi. We were disappointed that there was no local Independence Day celebration; the folks in Whitehall all go to Clemons, a short distance away.
We were off the dock in Whitehall at 9:05 for a short cruise to Fort Ticonderoga, on the western shore of Lake Champlain at its south end. We were securely anchored by 12:30, in an area of the lake with all kinds of vegetation growing from the bottom. We learned that an unusually dry summer, causing low water levels, meant an unusually high level of aquatic plants. After a careful study of BlueChart Mobile and Active Captain, we made our way up the LaChute River to a beautiful waterfall, a town park, and the town of Ticonderoga, where we had a late lunch before doing some shopping. At the local hardware store, we found two folding lightweight tables for the aft deck, and a block or so farther, we found a home decor shop with perfect place mats. We called a taxi to take us to the fort, but by now it was too late in the afternoon, so we decided to save the for until the next morning. The dingy ride back to our anchorage seemed much shorter than the ride to town, partly because we were familiar with the shallow, weedy river and could travel much faster. At the boat, Marian decided to read and relax while Midas and Mike went ashore for a refreshing swim. When the sun set, the breeze died, the mosquitoes arrived, and it was HOT! We taped the gaps in the sliding salon windows, secured the screen over the hatch to the aft deck, and ran the generator so that we could, in turn, use the fan; the air conditioner requires more power than the generator can produce. By bedtime, it was comfortable, and we slept well.
We saw Champ, legendary Lake Champlain monster, on our way from Whitehall to Fort Ticonderoga. Want more info? Check him out: http://www.lakechamplainregion.com/recreation/heritage/champ
We had to cross this covered bridge to get from a small dinghy dock at the foot of the waterfall to the town of Ticonderoga.
Above, the fort, from the upper helm of
Midas Touch; right, Midas Touch as seen
from the fort.
The fife and drum corps kicked off the guided tour of the fort; we had time to explore the battlements that protected the fort from an attack from the south before the tour.
Thursday morning, we took the dinghy around the point to the ferry landing, where we could tie up. The walk to Fort Ticonderoga was about a mile, fortunately over level ground, and the tour was very informative. We all enjoyed the fife & drum performance at the beginning of the tour, but Midas made it quite clear that he required a potty break. He and Marian stayed in the shady picnic area while Mike, who really enjoys military history, completed the tour. We then had great salads and even better pie (mixed berry for Marian and apple for Mike) for lunch in the gift shop/cafe. The walk back to the dinghy and the dinghy ride to the boat got us there just before a sudden strong sqaull arrived. While Mike closed the hatch and salon windows, Marian secured the skylight cover over the forward berths. It had been holding on by one snap! We had to sacrifice the cushiony mat that we used to give Midas more secure footing when he had to board the boat from the port side. We can get another one at any Walmart.
Next stop - Burlington, or technically Malletts Bay and Colchester, VT. Our friends Jim and Molly had called to check on us; we opted not to stay at their marina since it has no laundry. Instead, we stayed at Champlain Marina, just north. The entrance to Malletts Bay is shallow, rocky, and required careful navigation, but we made it without a mishap. Champlain Marina is owned by the people who keep their boats there, and we were lucky that one of them had taken off for a weekend cruise. The folks in the adjacent slip assured us that we could use their boarding steps, which MIdas mastered easily. Jim and Molly picked us up Saturday for a trip to Walmart - new watchband for Marian and a pair of shorts - and a tour of Burlington. It was a rainy day, but we still saw a beautiful lakefront city and enjoyed a hearty lunch at an Irish pub in Church Street Marketplace, a three-block area with very limited vehicle access. Molly told us this was one of Bernie Sanders' accomplishments.
We enjoyed a semi-leisurely Sunday morning at the marina while Marian caught up on laundry. Loopers know that you wash when you can, and this marina had good machines and a large book swap. Once done, we were preparing to get underway when the dockmaster came to tell us that the slip owners would be arriving soon, meaning we would have to move to a different slip. "No problem. We're getting ready to leave in a few minutes." He stayed to help us back out of the slip, avoiding the posts at the outside end. Three hours later, we were anchored back on the New York side, at Cumberland Bay State Park. We always like anchorages near a boat dock, which makes it easy to tie up and get to land. Midas was so eager to get ashore that he attempted to jump from the dock to the bulkhead as we tied the dinghy, and he nearly slid back into the narrow space between them. We grabbed him, then directed him around the corner by the boat ramp and to land.
Monday morning, when we took Midas ashore before our short trip to Rouse's Point, last stop in the U.S., he quickly took care of business and then trotted directly to an elderly gentleman sitting in a folding chair on the bank. Mike rushed over, thinking Midas might disturb him, but Jerry Leonard was delighted to see him. He smiled shyly and asked if it was OK to pet our dog. "Of course. That's his job." Mr. Leonard then told us that he'd lost his Golden almost a year before, and he really enjoyed having Midas lean against him. Midas, of course, enjoyed the attention, and he was in no hurry to leave. Fortunately, we had another short cruise to reach Rouse's Point.
We had been in touch with Wayne and Vicki Bernhardt on Cocomo throughout our trip. They're fellow Gold Loopers, returning to their Holland, Michigan home after crossing their wake in Florida. We had planned to stay at another marina in Rouse's Point, and in fact, we had arranged for a letter and a small package to be sent there. After stopping at Gaine's Marina to fill our diesel tank before entering Canada - at 27 cents less/gallon than our original choice and meeting Wayne at the dock, we decided to stay there. Why undock and dock again when we had already reached a great spot with a wonderful staff. After settling in to our assigned slip and paying for fuel, the four of us made our way to Dollar General for miscellaneous items, then a light dinner at the local deli. While Vicki and Marian shopped, Mike and Wayne walked on to the alternate marina to pick up the mail. One of the two items had arrived just that morning, and the owner still charged us $20!! (There went part of our fuel savings.) Tuesday - boat cleaning inside and out, and Wednesday? We entered Canada, cruised one mile and went under one bridge just north of our location. Our maple leaf flag was flying from one of the radio antennas, with our yellow quarantine flag, indicating we had not cleared customs, on the other. Clearing customs was easy: we tied to the Border Patrol dock, greeted the friendly officers, and handed them a pocket folder with our passports, Midas's vaccination records, and the Certificate of Documentation for the boat. All was in order, and we were soon on our way.
Stay tuned for the next installment - the Richelieu Canal, Chambly Canal, Sorel, Montreal and Ottowa, Rideau Canal, Kingston, the Thousand Islands and back to the U.S.A.
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