Cruise Week 2015

Royal Savage Yacht Club

Lake Champlain | Point Bay Marina | Charlotte, Vermont

John and Mindy Donnelly are the Cruise Captains this year: The theme appears to be names of famous ships with an emphasis on history and social interaction among the boaters. Games and riddles are provided daily by the Fleet Captains.  A daily Newspaper with updated cruise information was much appreciated.

Friday, July 3^rd- Meet up at Point Bay for the kick-off of the cruise to Shelburne Bay at Sled Runner cove. We arrived in time to anchor well in a protected section of the cove and still have a view of far off Burlington Bay where the fireworks would be done. Many of our fleet arrived here for the show as well as many other boats (mostly newer Canadian sailboats). Coquina rafted up to Lucy III and we enjoyed a nice dinner together. Some of us went for a swim (Marc). The fireworks came at 9:30 and were in full view (even if at a distance). Weather was very calm. We were rocked and rolled by the many boats leaving Burlington for the Launching ramp in Shelburne Bay. ( It was a regular parade of green lights except for one red Apparently this particular boat's running lights were set up in reverse.)  Some of the boats were all decked out in patriotic red, white and Blue. Most decorated were Mighty Fine and Imagine.

Saturday, July 4th- No travel for us today as we are awaiting Sara's arrival on Monday in Burlington. We remained with Muse (Doug Friant and his daughter Margaux) to go on to Burlington Sunday. The majority of the fleet went on to Valcour Island for some more Independence Day festivities. Sue and I missed out on a parade and but did enjoy the Shelburne Street Fair/ Farmers’ Market. It also allowed us a long hike into town and back. Most of the trails were fine. We climbed Allen Hill and then looped back to the head of Shelburne Bay meeting several nice dog walkers and some friendly dogs. I asked the Police Officer parked in the lot for the shortest way to town and he pointed out the Ticonderoga haul path. They hauled the old Paddlewheel Ferry Steamer up this path to the Shelburne Museum several decades ago. The trail was fine crushed stone. The Maple Creemees at The Shelburne Country Store made the hike worthwhile. The Pizza man was ending his day and giving his pizza slices out for free. I got two! We returned by the shore path. This started out great but got a little muddy after the town dock. Someone had built an incredible cantilevered bridge over a small stream but Sue and I just jumped across on the rocks. The water was very clear and once back at the boat irresistible for swimming.









 Several thunderstorms passed through during the evening and into the night.

USA wins FIFA WORLD CUP over Japan !

Burlington City Hall Park

Sunday, July 5^th Travel to the Burlington Community Boathouse Marina to meet up with Sara Monday morning. We started out trying to sail but very light winds soon caused us to fire up the Atomic Four. The engine is very reliable this year. I called on the VHF on arrival at the docks and several college students ran over to take our lines. It was not long before Doug and Margo arrived on Muse followed by Mary on Vigilant. Bryce was flying out to California to start his new job at 04:00 the next morning. Sue and I walked all the way up to Staples to get a few things for her computer that did not get packed. It was a good walk passing many old homes and flower gardens along the way. The walk through the UVM campus was surprising for the number of students still around during the summer. Since this was the Women’s Fifa World Cup Soccer final between USA and Japan we made an effort to find somewhere to watch the game. Although we had planned on eating and watching the game at Ken’s Pub on Church Street, we noticed a large screen set up for the game in the Park behind City Hall with a crowd arriving for the game. We did "take out" and sat on the lawn. The crowd cheered and clapped as if we were at the game in Vancouver! Sue and I had more Maple Creemees for dessert. Yummy!

Monday, July 6th:     We met up with Doug and Mary and enjoyed breakfast at Henry’s Diner up near Church Street. The old 50’s era booths are still comfortable and the food fantastic. Sue and I took the bikes out on the lake front trail going South this time. I was surprised to see so many freight trains moving about in town. Other sights included the schooner Lois McClure and a sailboard class at the beach. We returned in time to get the bus up to UVM for Sara’s arrival on the Greyhound bus from Montreal. She was a bit delayed due to some issues with other passengers at the border.

After lunch we set sail for Deep Bay at Point Au Roche State Park in New York some 36 miles away. Sue sailed on Vigilant. Setting sail does not mean that we actually sailed much. It was a motorsail until we reached the Cumberland Head narrows where the wind picked up. From there the Spinnaker, Mainsail and Mizzen sail did all of the work. John and Mindy had very nicely saved us a mooring with their dinghy. Sara and I went ashore for a run (she practically killed me trying to keep up) over to the several Bays that form the Park. We stopped at the beach house for a drink. I swallowed several cold gulps before noticing the sign that said "non-potable water" ! Ugh! It did have a bit of a fishy taste. This explained why most every water fountain was shut off. Sara and I went for a great swim afterward. John Donnelly led an excellent sunset hike along a forest waterfront trail explaining much about the various trees and plants.

Sara-  July 6— 5AM—Sailing Day! I’m up. A bowl of grapenuts, Gilmore Girls, and COFFEE, and I’m ready! Oh no I’m not—I still haven’t packed! Ok—underwear, running clothes, three books, toothbrush… Ready, now! Leave a goodbye note to the roomie and I’m slipping out the door and skipping down the fire escape.

            A bus rolls me out of Montreal and I’m still not quite awake. I only become fully conscious of my surroundings when I’m at the wheel of the Lucy III and looking around.

            “Woah,” I gasp.

            “You ok?” Dad asks.

            “Yeah… it’s just. I’m here.”

            Here: miraculous, misty blue mountains. Blue water. Bright white sunshine. Blue sky.

            I blink.

            “I’m gonna try out my new project,” Dad says. “You okay here?”

            “Yup.” I nod and smile, looking around. “I’m good.”

            That night we’re in Deep Bay and my and Dad’s jog is the most beautiful thing ever.

            “Wow!” I call back to him. “This is… Woah!”

            It’s like we just stumbled through the wardrobe into Narnia.

            I don’t know what it is exactly—the flitting faerie-light playing on the trees, the roots like sturdy brown veins under my feet… but there’s something distinctly magical about this place. 

            “Oui!” Dad agrees vehemently. “C’est BEAU!”

            Later, John leads me, Mom, Mary Beth, and Mindy on a sunset hike. Interestingly, that feeling of magic has dispersed now that it’s getting darker. It’s still lovely but… some spirit has vanished.

            That is until we get to John’s cliff and we’re all grinning as we plop down on its edge and—there’s the sun! A glorious, back-lit grapefruit! I lean back into my palms.

            “Hey, Mom!” I call. “You gotta see this!”

            “I’m good here,” she calls back from where she’s standing by a tree at the end of the path.

            “Come on, Susie!” John calls, motioning her over.

            “I don’t really like heights…”

            So we let her be, and she takes killer photos of us, and is relieved when all of us return to the path unscathed.

            “Oof!” she huffs. “I wouldn’t have been scared if it was just me, but, well—I’m glad none of you fell off the cliff!”

            “Me too!” I laughed. “Not dying is always good.”

Tuesday, July 7^th   Today we really sailed to Burton Island. Lucy III cruised along at up to 7 knots with 20 knot gusts of South wind with only the Genoa deployed right up to the North Hero-Grand Isle Bridge. Here we caught up with some of the fleet that had left Deep Bay before us only to be caught in “The Gut” waiting for the draw bridge to open. It opens on the hour and half-hour. We only waited 5 minutes before going through under power and thanking the bridge operator. Once into the “Inland Sea” the Lake was a bit calmer with perhaps 15 knots of South wind so we raised the Mainsail as well as the Genoa. We had a great broad reach to Burton Island. Several boats had already arrived and welcomed us in. We were happy to see new docks with both power and water. A great upgrade to a great place. It is here that we really start relaxing and the Island seems to cast its spell on us within minutes.

Sara-  July 7— I throw a pink shirt over the little lantern Dad left me, and I’m home: my whole cabin is suffused with a rosy glow. I’m in my own atmosphere now. I pull on my headphones, click on Taylor Swift, and get to journaling. Every night I write what I’m grateful for. Tonight it’s appetizers with the crew. Mom brought watermelon to the picnic table, and Dad brought his new specialty: Cornona with lemon. He doesn’t usually drink, but he’s really excited about “Corona with lime!”

“Lemon,” I correct him.

“It’s so good with the lime!” he continues to rhapsodize.

Mom and I exchange looks and giggle. Dad is a genius, but he can be a total space cadet sometimes.

  

  

Wednesday, July 8^th   Burton Island fun and rest. This said we did sail on Exit Strategy and Muse to City Bay at North Hero Island for lunch. A good day for a nice lunch at the Hero’s Welcome General Store. Sara even bought a beautiful dress.

John had organized dinghy races at the beach. I won the inflatable dinghy division with Mary’s dinghy (ours simply can’t be rowed well). Wendy won the hard dinghy race.

After dinner we started a bonfire on the beach (firewood donated by the Burton Island State Park) and celebrated John Donnelly’s 80^th birthday. The chocolate cake was great along with the smores.  

John's Cake

  

July 8— Our little traditions:

1. In the morning Mom and I drink coffee and read a short story from Virginia Woolf’s little book Monday or Tuesday. Dad’s usually off somewhere fixing the boat or making friends.

            2. The Beatles is good at any time of the day

            3. In the evening, right before bed, Mom always stops abruptly, grins wide, and exclaims, “So who wants to play bananagrams?!”

A little personal Burton Island tradition is stealing away after dinner and skipping along the rocks that keep the marina safe from wind and waves, and settling down on the last one, by the little light that stands there. There’s a blue heron who seems to like the spot too. We watch the sunset together. 

Great Blue Heron

Burton Island Sunset

Thursday July 9, 2015:   Burton Island day three. Up bright and early this morning. Sue and I started off on a early walk around the Island and were soon joined by Mindy. Excellent walk with only a few muddy spots. My dismantled stairs (otherwise known as driftwood) were still on various low spots on the trail. We saw several large wooden canoes with lots of camping gear nearby. There are a large number of girl scouts on the Island this summer. Unfortunately the raspberries are late and still green. Darn it I always enjoy eating my way around the Island. We came back just in time to have Sara join us for breakfast at the Island Store restaurant. Sue and I had Omelets. Yum.  

Into the Burton Island Woods.

Today was a day for swimming and using the paddleboard. I still have not used it other than as a kayak. We had the annual dinner pot luck with awards for those that did the most of John’s sports. I won a ornamental plate for winning the inflatable dinghy race.

In the evening we had a bonfire and marshmallow roast near the new sailboat docks. All of the powerboat people came over to join us sailors. A beautiful sunset was seen off of the breakwater and photographed by many of us.

  

July 9— Last day of Burton! Hiking with mom, dinner with the Royal Savages, sending drunken selfies to Steph… It was a good day! Thank you to John and Mindy for a wonderful week!! 

After Dinner at Burton Island.

Friday, July 10, 2015: Departure at 09:10 for Burlington. We made the North Hero- Grand Isle Bridge crossing at 10:00 followed by Abigail and Linde. Sue was at the helm at the bridge. Very light or no wind. This is a motoring day. Abigail passed us near the Grand Isle Ferry Crossing and then Knot Negotiable passed us by Colchester Reef. The North wind finally appeared as we approached Burlington and we sailed the last 6 miles into the harbor making 6 knots at times. Gary was at the dock at the Burlington Community Boathouse to greet us when we arrived. We wandered up to Church Street again for some light shopping. I stopped over for a maple creemee on the way up the hill. They are so good. I left Church Street early to complete the programming of the new Raymarine automatic pilot. After several tries it worked. Amazing! We will give it a try tomorrow. At 19:00 we met up with Allen and Diane from Abigail, as well as, Gary and MaryJane from Knot negotiable, for dinner at American Flatbread. The dinner, and especially the company, was excellent. Sue just beat me again at Bananagram. Sara is about to beat her in the second match. Good night to all.

 

July 10—Back in Burlington, Mom and I headed out on a quest. Our holy grail: Truffle Fries. I’d heard from my cousin Erika, a fellow Vermont-enthusiast, that they were to die for. So Mom and I headed down Pine street under the sweltering sun, to find the fabled food truck.

            On the way we found a sweet thrift shop where I got some leggings and a psychedelic pin, and an art supply store where mom got me a paintbrush and a bottle of cobalt blue ink, for writing poems. We’d been walking for a little while, and were hungry and tired. All we’d consumed in the past few hours had been sunshine and beer.

            “The food truck you’re looking for’s right up the street!” the art store owner assured us, when I asked her about it.

            “Thanks so much!”

            And we were off again, back into the desert.

            Ah! We finally reached the oasis!

            Hipsters! Glorious hipsters! Water! Art! FOOD TRUCKS!

            I found the one we were looking for within a minute.

            “YEAAAHHH!” I wooped.

            Mom smiled weakly. “We made it.”

           

            And I can tell you: those fries are worth it. 

Saturday July 11, 2015: Departure at 06:30 from Burlington Community Boathouse docks for Point Bay Marina. I was up as early as the Sun this morning (05:30) to get ready for our last leg of Cruise Week. We have decided to return to home base early and go up to Montreal to move Stephanie’s stuff from her old apartment to her new apartment. This also gets Sara back to Montreal without need for the bus. I fully rigged the Raymarine autopilot after completing the mandatory dockside setup. Unfortunately when I engaged “Ray” later he only worked for 5 minutes before going astray. Apparently there is another step before it can be fully operational.  

We started off with light Southwest winds (on the nose so to speak). No more favorable Northwest winds as we enjoyed yesterday afternoon as a Front went by overnight. The final motorsail leg was uneventful. Breakfast was in the cockpit as we each took turns at the helm. We did sail briefly after rounding Thompson Point up to Point Bay Marina. We left most all of our gear on board to avoid taking it all through customs. We also had a good deal of food and drink left aboard (another week’s worth of provisions). The new fridge/freezer has really changed our life aboard with much less waste (no spoiled food to throw out).

The Montreal move went well and we were all impressed with Stephanie’s new apartment and her new neighborhood: Outremont. Sara took us to a pub for some Irish beer and then to a Vegan restaurant for dinner. Very nice and tasty too. Sara invited us to stay in her apartment (much better than a hotel room). Another round of Bananagrams was played after I went to sleep.  

Guinness

Sunday July 12, 2015: Montreal. Sue and I were up early for both a walk and some breakfast at Eggspectation. We ate outdoors which is very common during the summer in Montréal. The restaurants build out decks into the streets in front of their establishments. It does work well with the big parasols to add some shade. We returned to Sara’s apartment to say our goodbyes and grab our bags before heading back to Lucy III in Vermont. Lucy III was just as we had left her and I went out in the dinghy to gather a full load of our gear while Sue picked up ice for the cooler. We spoke to several fellow Cruise week travelers also returning and offloading their stuff. Overall a great week even if we missed some of the planned stopovers. The best parts were the people and camaraderie amongst the RSYC cruisers. 

 Thank You John and Mindy Donnelly for a wonderful Cruise Week 2015.

Coquina

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Edition francaise:

Le Lac Champlain 2015: Le Royal Savage Yacht Club Cruise    

3 juillet 2015: Point Bay Marina, Charlotte Vermont

Départ après plein d'eau et plein d'essence. Nous (Sue et moi) remontons tranquillement le Lac Champlain pour faire escale à Shelburne, sur notre ancre. Burlington en vue. Nous cherchons un endroit pour bien voir le feu d'artifice ce soir pour célébrer la fête du 4 juillet Américaine. Nous ancrons dans la baie Sledrunner à Shelburne. Il y a déjà de nos amies qui sont arrivé. Nos amies du voilier Coquina arrivent est mettent leur bateau à l'épaule. Nous sommes la pour les accueillir et leurs tendre nos amarres, rien de plus simple. 

Nous sommes a l'heure du diner et nous avons tous mangé ensemble dans le cockpit de Coquina. La nuit arrive et nous trouvons ce lieu un peu rouleur car pas mal de bateaux à moteur passent en toute vitesse pour ce rendre à Burlington. Le feu d'artifice fut splendide.

En revanche durant le souper et le début de la soirée, nous avons craint de vivre une nuit inconfortable par ces vagues produites par les embarcations. Mais vers 22H00, comme par magie, tous les bateau ont disparu et le reste de la soirée et de la nuit ont été très calme.

4 juillet 2015: Sledrunner Bay, Shelburne, Vermont

Seulement deux bateau de notre club y sont rester a l'ancre. Nous avons besoin d'attendre Sara qui arrivent à Burlington le lendemain matin par bus. Sue et moi décident d'aller visiter le Parc Allen près de notre ancrage et faire la visite du village de Shelburne à 5 kilomètres. Nous arrivons au centre du village dans un vieux magasin a tous, Ce qu'il appelle ici Shelburne Country Store. Il y a de tout la dedans. On prend deux cornets de glace a l'érable. Plus tard nous trouvons un marcher du samedi dans le parc ou les fermiers vendent leurs légumes. Il y a même un café et une pizzeria. C'est vraiment sympa et on y mange très bien. Cet arrêt remonte le moral car le retour est un bons 5 kilomètres a pieds.

Je vais nager dans le lac a notre retour au bateau et je vais saluer notre voisin au ancrage. Sa fille qui a l'age a Sara, est arriver lui aider car navigue seul sur un voilier de 10 mètres n'est pas facile. Le soir nous amène un orage électrique et de la pluie.

5 juillet 2015: Sledrunner Bay, Shelburne, Vermont  

Aujourd'hui on prend ca relaxe, nous serons a temps à Burlington (seulement a 6 kilomètres), il fait beau et chaud. En quittant notre ancrage, nous croisons nos amies du bateau Muse (père et sa fille) et se donnent rendez vous à la marina de Burlington. Je reçoit un téléphone d'un autre membre du club qui se rend a Burlington. Elle a besoin d'une équipière pour le lendemain. Sue est disponible car nous aurons Sara. La Marina de Burlington répond au radio VHF et nous indique le quai d'attache pour cette nuit. Nous sommes trois bateau ce soir. On se donnent rendez vous dans un restaurant célèbre pour le déjeuner. Ce soir Sue et moi visites la rue des piétons Church Street avec ces restaurants et magasins.

On a prévu de prendre une pizza dans un restaurant favorite pour voir le world cup soccer féminin: USA contre le Japon, mais la Ville a mis un énorme écran dans le parc devant l'hôtel de ville pour y voir. Il y a déjà quelques centaines de spectateurs de toutes ages. On se rendre a notre restaurant mais penons nos repas « to go ». Ce soir nous dégustons note souper dans le parc sur la pelouse. Une soirée de rêve pour nous car les américaines gagnent.

6 juillet 2015: Burlington Community Boathouse, Vermont.

Nous retrouvons nos amies au quai centrale de la marina a 9H00 et se rendent au « diner » Henry's. Le déjeuner est délicieux a une très bon prix. Sue et moi partent a la recherchent de Sara qui arrivent en bus dans le terminus de Université du Vermont. Cela se trouve en haut d'une colline et la marche nous fait du bien. Sara arrive une heure en retard a cause des problèmes à la douane américaine.

Ces quelques jours d’attente ont été consacrés au plus gros avitaillement qu’il nous ait été donné de faire depuis le départ : nous avons la moitié du Lac Champlain a traverser, et nous n’osons même pas imaginer ce jour où dans le futur nous reverrons un supermarché, tant il semble lointain! A Burlington, le supermarché ce trouve en haut de la colline a 2 kilomètres du bateau. Nous en avons également profité pour emprunter un chariot pour ce rendre a la marina bien chargé. J'ai effectuer quelques travaux sur le bateau (il y a toujours à faire!), cette fois-ci, la grosse dépense (mais c’est sûr, après, il n’y en aura plus d’autres !) aura été une toute nouvelle pilote automatique offerte pour diriger le bateau.

Cela prendra quelques jours a programmé (je me suis trompé de direction : bâbord, tribord ; et le pilote faisait tourner le bateau en rond. Toute et régler et ca marche a merveille maintenant.

Après ces trois jours de repos … Nous partons pour Deep Bay dans le Parc « Point Au Roche » au New York, cap un peu plus nord que prévu car nous voulons tenter l’île de Valcour pour voir si nos amies sont encore la. Nous nous retrouvons vite au près - bon plein mais l’équipage est en pleine forme et le moral au plus haut. Chacun retrouve son petit coin bien calé dans le bateau, quand la Lucy III à la gîte tangue dans tous les sens, et que chacun reprend ses activités privilégiées. Pour Sara ce sera le plein de dessins et lectures, pour moi la barre. Sue est aller sur le bateau a Mary qui voyage tout seul. Nous nous régalons de nos fruits et légumes qu’il faut malheureusement vite manger avant qu’ils ne se gâtent. Bref c’est une traversée comme les autres où le temps passent vite. Cependant quelques signes indicateurs annoncent un changement : désormais le soleil fait chauffer le Lac! Nous irons nager ce soir.  

Par chance nos amies du voilier Coquina nous accueillent en arrivant au port et ils nous indiquent de s'attacher à la bouée tout près de leur bateau réservé pour nous. Nous pourrons descendre à terre dès la fin de journée et gambader joyeusement sur les pistes de cet immense parc. Il y a déjà douze voiliers amis arrivé ici. Les pistes sont très belles mais je tombe malheureusement sur une fontaine d'eau non-potable. BERK ! Ça goute le poisson. De retour sur notre bateau, Sur a préparer un délicieux souper.

7 juillet 2015: Deep Bay, « Point Au Roche », New York :  

Départ a 08:H30 avec cap vers l'Est pour arriver a l'Ile de Burton. Nous quittons Deep Bay et bientôt nous hissons les voiles. Le vent adonne, la Lucy III se redresse et l’équipage totalement amariné peut s’employer à des activités un peu plus dynamiques. Désormais Sue est sur le bateau de notre amie Mary qui voyage seul. Le vent se renforce à mesure que nous approchons du pont de Grande Ile. On arrive quelques minutes avant l'heure d'ouverture (on vire en ronds avec d'autres bateau pour quelques minutes) et voilà nous passons au coté Est du Lac Champlain. Nous filerons bon train pendant une heure à la marina pour les voilier dans le Parc du Burton Island au Vermont. Par chance les démarches administratives se feront assez rapidement après un entretien avec un agent du Parc accueillant. Nous y resterons tranquille pour 4 jours a se reposer ici. Et puis, nous nous sommes très vite  laissé charmer par les lieux, oubliant tout cela pour ne plus voir que la beauté du cadre.  îles : c'est beau, très beau. La déclinaison des bleues et des verts dans l'eau ne se raconte pas, il faut le voir pour comprendre.  Alors forcément, ce petit joyau de la nature est très – trop- convoité. Ce petit bout de paradis aux airs de lagon du nord niché à quelques miles du Vermont est envahi de bateaux. 

8-10 juillet 2015: Burton Island, Vermont

Séjour dans un paradis du nord avec nos amis du club RSYC. Nos premières heures sur les terres de Burton Island auront été consacrées à satisfaire les désirs de chacun, frustrés par quelques jours sans magasin ou épicerie: sandwichs, chocolat, omelettes ! Essayez de savoir quoi pour qui, vous serez surpris !

Passée l’euphorie des premiers jours sur une eau plate, arrosés de bière ou limonade avec des récits de traversée de nos nouveaux voisins… ou de certains retrouvés depuis Charlotte, quelques jours de repos ont finalement été bien nécessaire. Pendant ce temps, bien sûr, nous avons organisée deux fêtes, le premier pour réunion du club, et le deuxième pour le 80 ans de notre ami John Donnelly, ancien prof. de foret a l'Université du Vermont qui nous avons toujours compris quand il explique ce qui vie dans la foret.

Nous venons donc de passer 4 jours sur cette belle ile, que nous avons explorée en long, en large et en travers, avec quelques amis, Nous avons ainsi pu multiplier les balades, très chers a Sue, et les ‘pic-nicages’ a terre près du bateau. Ainsi nous quittons pour un temps et sans regret l’homo ingénieur-conseil pour intégrer notre famille celle des homo balader-contemplatus. Burton Island sait offrir des paysages pour le moins contrastés. La côte nord de l’île, nous donnes des plages rocheuses mais des coucher de soleil fantastique. Une barrière de roches protège les deux marinas des attaques de la houle, créant ainsi un plan d’eau tranquille. Nous avons exploré les routes du centre nord, encore sauvage, pour se trouver au cœur d’une véritable forêt vierge, là aussi, un exemple quasi unique dans le Vermont, avec des framboises à la main. Il y a aussi plein d’oiseaux un peu partout. Au sud ce trouve une plage pour la natation et les jeux de plage. Nous avons organisé des compétition de canots gonflables et non gonflables. J’ai gagner le premier.

10 juillet 2015: Burlington, Vermont.

Départ a 08:H30 avec cap vers l'ouest pour arriver à Burlington encore une fois. Retour a la civilisation pour une nuit.

11 juillet 2015: Burlington, Vermont.

Départ a 06:H30 avec cap vers le sud pour arriver à Charlotte et la fin de notre vacance en bateau. Retour pour se rendre à Montréal pour une nuit et déménager Stéphanie de son appartement sans qu’elle y ait. Stéphanie a bien choisit. Un appartement dans le quartier chic de Montréal : Outreront.