July 7, 2009:
We've made it to Canada! 
Departure from Burton Island at 10:25 a.m. Though we 
were all feeling as though we were leaving something greatly important to us behind, we knew that our 
adventures would extend and we would find towns and islands just as exciting as the one we were reluctant to leave. At the border, a nice lady took our information, though my dad didn't think she was much of a conversationalist, since if you've ever met him you would know that he enjoys making friends everywhere he goes. This, however, is helpful to us on the boat if you ever want to travel with friendly people and learn more about various lakes and oceans from the first hand. After a seven and a half hour voyage over to St. Jean, we were pleased to find that the Canadian town which we had visited a year earlier was still in vibrant condition. We found that the free docks were the calmest we had yet to find and had an overall welcoming entrance to the French-speaking country. This language difference was simple for us to adjust to, being bilingual and French-Canadian, and rather exciting to speak to the natives. Dinner, or “souper” as the Canadians call it, consisted of two delicious pizzas from a well-priced and friendly restaurant called “Pizza Richelieu.” We also found a small boutique nearby where I purchased some black-and-white earrings and we all chose a flavor of “gelato,” a kind of Italian sorbet. Pleased with having found some tasteful sustenance, we hurried back to the boat, our home for three weeks, before the insects could get us.
We've made it to Canada! 
Departure from Burton Island at 10:25 a.m. Though we 
were all feeling as though we were leaving something greatly important to us behind, we knew that our 
adventures would extend and we would find towns and islands just as exciting as the one we were reluctant to leave. At the border, a nice lady took our information, though my dad didn't think she was much of a conversationalist, since if you've ever met him you would know that he enjoys making friends everywhere he goes. This, however, is helpful to us on the boat if you ever want to travel with friendly people and learn more about various lakes and oceans from the first hand. After a seven and a half hour voyage over to St. Jean, we were pleased to find that the Canadian town which we had visited a year earlier was still in vibrant condition. We found that the free docks were the calmest we had yet to find and had an overall welcoming entrance to the French-speaking country. This language difference was simple for us to adjust to, being bilingual and French-Canadian, and rather exciting to speak to the natives. Dinner, or “souper” as the Canadians call it, consisted of two delicious pizzas from a well-priced and friendly restaurant called “Pizza Richelieu.” We also found a small boutique nearby where I purchased some black-and-white earrings and we all chose a flavor of “gelato,” a kind of Italian sorbet. Pleased with having found some tasteful sustenance, we hurried back to the boat, our home for three weeks, before the insects could get us.Steffie
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