Off we go on the Trent River north into Canada, on our way to Washington D.C. But first, we had to kill another day in Trenton because of wind. This was quite disappointing for Jim Blomo, who arrived on Sunday anticipating a week of non-stop cruising action. He doesn’t seem to get the whole slow-down-and-enjoy-life thing. But then—at least according to criminal defendants in his courtroom—he didn’t really get the whole judge thing either.
Canadian Forces Base Trenton is a significant military base and home to Canada’s CC-177 Globemaster IIIs, which we understand are the largest planes in the Royal Canadian Air Force. A dude on the dock next to us sent his buddy—who was piloting one of those Globemaster’s for the afternoon—a pin drop to mark his boat location. The pilot then circled over the dock multiple times. The video might suck but the private show was pretty neat.
The concert along the river featured three old guys who probably were something back in ‘60 but a bit past their prime in ’18. The drummer had a walker for goodness sakes, bless his heart. We stayed for the first set and then moved on.
After finally tiring of harping on our wimpiness, Blomo went with Doug over to the National Air Force Museum, where they admired the impressive history of Canadian military aviation. The crown jewel was this Halifax bomber—one of only three remaining in the world—which was pulled from the 750-foot depths of a Norwegian lake where it dropped after being shot down in WWII. The restoration project was dang impressive.
The morning cruise saw us pass the first 6 TSW locks before docking up along a lock wall that lined a neighborhood of backyards. We probably could’ve walked to Frankford faster, but we got there.
The boys enjoyed the picnic with Blomo and Second Wave, and we enjoyed the company. We also enjoyed the sunset from Misty Pearl’s foredeck.