A quick trip with friends Eric and Gemma Rioux from Dorval to Sainte Anne de 
Bellevue. Heavy winds and a thunderstorm changed our plans and we decided to stay for the night. This gave us a chance for some shopping and Ice cream. Both were excellent here in this small village. The impressive store was D'Oust & Cie, a sort of department store with a country store feel and on the national register of historic places. It has three floors of marvelous stuff. Everything from kitchen utensils to model Italian runabouts. We had lunch on board the Lucy III with ice cream in one of the local shops. The shop owner had details on bike trails in the area. Eric, Who had attended the West Island Campus of McGill University nearby, told us about some dirt trails on the undeveloped part of the campus. We crossed over the campus by bike until we entered “the arboretum” that appeared to us as a dark forest. The trials were bug free and intricate. It was quite an experience even if I thought we were lost several times. We returned to Lucy III to read more of Harry Potter in preparation for the new movie.July 14, 2009: More rain this morning and West winds in excess of 15 to 20 knots. The Parks Canada staff brought us through the first lock without any problem and advised us on the Carillon Lock, the highest in Canada with a 65 foot lift, that we would reach in a few hours. All went well until we passed through the Carillon dam via this lock. 
The engine decided to stop just 
as we turned into the open lake with 30 knot gusts and some waves to boot. A quick turnaround brought us back to the dock unscathed. I changed the fuel filter and we were off again. Perhaps we picked up some bad gas. I called the Hawkesbury, Ontario marina for the night. The walk through town brought us to the local ice cream shop, the Dollarama (the girls like this place), the supermarket, and finally Tim Hortons (a Canadian version of Dunkin Donuts). The weather finally improved at about 7 p.m. The sun came out and the winds dropped to 10 knots.
Marc
Hawksbury is practically the sketchiest town I have ever visited during the course of my relatively brief life. There's just something intrinsically odd about the whole place-- the people, mostly emo-looking teenagers. The scenery, eerily desolate; though there were people around, they all seemed to congregate in certain areas; very few walked the streets, and those that did did so in pairs, as if frightened of prowling the area alone. We concluded, towards the end of our walk, that it was a misfit town, not a dumpy, desolate place, but certainly a weird one.
Sara
The engine decided to stop just 
as we turned into the open lake with 30 knot gusts and some waves to boot. A quick turnaround brought us back to the dock unscathed. I changed the fuel filter and we were off again. Perhaps we picked up some bad gas. I called the Hawkesbury, Ontario marina for the night. The walk through town brought us to the local ice cream shop, the Dollarama (the girls like this place), the supermarket, and finally Tim Hortons (a Canadian version of Dunkin Donuts). The weather finally improved at about 7 p.m. The sun came out and the winds dropped to 10 knots.Marc
Hawksbury is practically the sketchiest town I have ever visited during the course of my relatively brief life. There's just something intrinsically odd about the whole place-- the people, mostly emo-looking teenagers. The scenery, eerily desolate; though there were people around, they all seemed to congregate in certain areas; very few walked the streets, and those that did did so in pairs, as if frightened of prowling the area alone. We concluded, towards the end of our walk, that it was a misfit town, not a dumpy, desolate place, but certainly a weird one.
Sara
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