Marc- Picton Ontario really is nice to visit especially when our friend Marie Bedard came along. The harbor is very nice with an active town with a good choice of restaurants and shops as well. This was one long travel day aboard the Lucy III. Sue returned via land with the van and met up with us in Clayton. She made stops in Kingston and Gananoque.
Marc- Yes we are back in the USA indeed. We arrived this afternoon in Clayton, New York from Picton, Ontario. Our departure was very nice and we even crossed the Ferry that Sue took from Picton to the mainland on route. Our long motoring trek up Lake Ontario started out with a 10 knot tail wind. This wind grew to 30 knots and six foot waves by the time we arrived off of Kingston. The Lucy III rolls a lot when not under sail. The wooden supports for the now horizontal masts creaked and groaned heavily with the motion created by the cross seas. the worst of it lasted for about an hour before we reached the protected waters behind Wolfe Island. This would have been a fine reach had we been fully rigged. There were many sailboats out as well as sailboarders and a few kite board people taking advantage of the wind. We opted not to stop in Kingston for lunch with Sue due to the waves as well as the forecast for afternoon thunderstorms. We arrived in Clayton an hour before the storms came through. We found our mooring, launched our dinghy, and then walked over to do our US Customs check in. The electrical storm hit just as we were getting ice cream. Most of the storm passed north of us providing just a show. The power grid must have been hit because the power went out in town after a particularly loud thunderclap was heard. Sue arrived by car in the middle of this and we stayed in the car listening to a Harry Potter audio story book: The Deathly Hallows. Sue had no difficulties bringing our old engine back into the USA by car.
Our boat is moored just below the two large boat buildings in this Clayton photo. This was a great place for a swim after the storm. I also checked out the mooring chain while Sue cooked an excellent pasta dinner. The mooring chain to float connection appeared worn and I added a six foot piece of chain with a new clevis. We will check the mooring anchor on our next visit.
Sara-
“Water is your best friend.”
“Juicy juice is my best friend,” Steph whined, and proceeded to moan, “Please, please, please…”
Once she got tired of that, my sister got up and started asking, “Can we watch Flicka? I want to watch Flicka. Where’s the case? I want to watch Flicka.”
The whole time she was going on like this her whining was executed with a bemused smile as if she were besotted with her own obnoxiousness.
“Oh no, there are bugs! Look, there’s a big on there! Look! Ahh…” And so she continued until she got something she wanted: her movie, and suddenly everyone else was making too much noise and she was all silent, wide-eyed attention to the glowing screen of my dad’s laptop.
That was last night, the last night of our trip. Now, after a long but wonderful drive during which we passed the border twice so as to visit my amazing aunt Dorothy, we’re back home. When we first arrived I was so excited to see the cats (and almost afraid that they hadn’t survived that horrible heat wave we had last week) that I danced out of the car, grabbed a bag at random from the trunk and bounded up the stairs where I waited, cooing and chatting at my cats through the door, until my dad arrived, laden with luggage, with the key.
It was crazy to be back, exhilarating. There was so much room all of a sudden! I went through a pile of college mail, chomped down an orange popsicle, downed a bottle of refreshingly refrigerated water, spun around singing about all this, changed into my running clothes, and announced that I was going on a short jog. My sister, equally eager to do something after all that groggy, listless sitting in the car, joined me and we went on a truly great run.
But, getting back to boating business…
I don’t really fancy going on about our last day, as it was filled with turbulence and seasickness, but I would like to mention that our last night, despite how annoying my sister was (as described above), was perhaps the nicest of the trip. The sunset, as sunsets in Clayton, NY tend to be for some reason, was astounding, really magnificent. It was the kind of sunset that just keeps on getting more and more beautiful until it flickers away and even then, though the sun has gone, the colors remain, brilliant and pure. Then the moon came and the wisps of clouds were pink, starkly harmonious against a sleepy blue sky.
Our boat is moored just below the two large boat buildings in this Clayton photo. This was a great place for a swim after the storm. I also checked out the mooring chain while Sue cooked an excellent pasta dinner. The mooring chain to float connection appeared worn and I added a six foot piece of chain with a new clevis. We will check the mooring anchor on our next visit.Sara-
“Water is your best friend.”
“Juicy juice is my best friend,” Steph whined, and proceeded to moan, “Please, please, please…”
Once she got tired of that, my sister got up and started asking, “Can we watch Flicka? I want to watch Flicka. Where’s the case? I want to watch Flicka.”
The whole time she was going on like this her whining was executed with a bemused smile as if she were besotted with her own obnoxiousness.
“Oh no, there are bugs! Look, there’s a big on there! Look! Ahh…” And so she continued until she got something she wanted: her movie, and suddenly everyone else was making too much noise and she was all silent, wide-eyed attention to the glowing screen of my dad’s laptop.
That was last night, the last night of our trip. Now, after a long but wonderful drive during which we passed the border twice so as to visit my amazing aunt Dorothy, we’re back home. When we first arrived I was so excited to see the cats (and almost afraid that they hadn’t survived that horrible heat wave we had last week) that I danced out of the car, grabbed a bag at random from the trunk and bounded up the stairs where I waited, cooing and chatting at my cats through the door, until my dad arrived, laden with luggage, with the key.
It was crazy to be back, exhilarating. There was so much room all of a sudden! I went through a pile of college mail, chomped down an orange popsicle, downed a bottle of refreshingly refrigerated water, spun around singing about all this, changed into my running clothes, and announced that I was going on a short jog. My sister, equally eager to do something after all that groggy, listless sitting in the car, joined me and we went on a truly great run.
But, getting back to boating business…
I don’t really fancy going on about our last day, as it was filled with turbulence and seasickness, but I would like to mention that our last night, despite how annoying my sister was (as described above), was perhaps the nicest of the trip. The sunset, as sunsets in Clayton, NY tend to be for some reason, was astounding, really magnificent. It was the kind of sunset that just keeps on getting more and more beautiful until it flickers away and even then, though the sun has gone, the colors remain, brilliant and pure. Then the moon came and the wisps of clouds were pink, starkly harmonious against a sleepy blue sky.
Marc- We saved the best for last: another visit to Montreal to see our beloved Aunt Dorothy.
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