There are Costcos in Canada!


In small part because we’ve been getting late starts on short travel days and in large part because up here the sun seemingly comes up in the morning only minutes after it sets the evening before, we haven’t seen many sunrises recently.  This morning, however, we wanted to get across Rice Lake before the wind and the crazy weekenders arrived so we caught a good one.  (Incidentally, all photos we post are un-edited.  We don’t know how to use filters or otherwise modify the appearance even if we wanted, which we don’t.)

img_4338Rice Lake—supposedly named such because it was a rice paddy until someone who valued water travel more than food installed the Hastings Dam—was the end of the Trent River for us, although the river actually starts there.  The lake is dotted with islands that have a couple of houses but no roads.  Margaret Island is a good example.  Margaret Islanders have no need to worry about crime or having fun.  During our crossing we encountered dudes out fishing but not much else.

Just past Rice Lake we turned north on the Otonabee River, which is unlike anything we’ve seen so far.

The swamps and the buildings along the shoreline reminded us both of Louisiana, but without alligators.  And without voodoo queens.  And—fortunately for all of the wonderful citizens of Canada—without Ed Orgeron.  (To celebrate the northern bayou, we later had dinner with Brent and Karen at a Cajun restaurant called Hot Belly Mama’s.)

003a1426Along the way, Dana photographed a mother loon with her cubs or puppies or whatever baby loons are called.  The Canadian dollar sports a loon and thus is called—rather logically—a loonie.  That’s what they also should call the babies but probably don’t.   She later spotted a Belted Kingfisher.  Basically she is trying for a Big Year, made semi-famous in the grossly-underrated movie of the same name starring Owen Wilson, Steve Martin, and Jack Black.  You can’t go wrong with a movie starring Owen Wilson, Steve Martin, and Jack Black so we can’t figure out why it wasn’t a hit.

img_4345When we reached Peterborough we docked up next to a boat that takes tourists up and down the lift lock, which is TSW Lock 21.  Before we get there on Monday, we have the city to explore.  Tomorrow promises a visit to RibFest, which is the reason we were waitlisted for dock space.  The Peterborougheans have access to a Costco, two Walmarts, and similar places typical of an advanced civilization, so some provisioning also is in order.

img_4346A bunch of boats left the marina and crossed the river to hear the blues band, which is playing long past our bedtime.   Despite strict open container laws, these folks will not be in any condition to get back safely, particularly in the dark.  Hopefully anyone coming near us has plenty of liability insurance.


Someone should invent a cruise-through boatwash

img_4217Yesterday was supposed to take us to Trenton, which is the western point of The Bay of Quinte and eastern terminus of the Trent-Severn Waterway.  The day was perfect for traveling.  Except for the 15- to 18-knot winds.  So basically the day was horrible for traveling.

At least it was cool enough to walk around Belleville, which didn’t take very long but long enough to photograph the scenic Moira River as it passes through.  img_4215Also Canada Geese.  We’re used to seeing these guys flying overhead so it’s weird to realize that this is where they head for the summer.  Mostly here they just swim around, often with babies.  They also put their butts in the air a lot.

Once in a while, even beautiful days turn rotten.  Those are the days one of us (usually not Doug) thinks we should deep clean.  The other one of us may or may not respond with something that sounds like “waaaaa” but with a sprinkle of light profanity.  img_4222Yesterday was one of those days.   Most of our crusty-bug collection came off with some heavy scrubbing and another dash of light profanity, but despite the huge volume it seems unlikely that in the past week we finished our year’s allotment.  So basically we will have to do it all again in a week or two.  That said, Misty Pearl did seem happier.  We also were happier after a taco picnic with Brent and Karen, although our joy ended when Matthew was killed in a freak motorcar crash moments after Mary gave birth to his son and heir.

Today was a bit warmer but much less windy, so off we went through the unmowed forest of aquatic growth surrounding our slip.  The boys barely had time to settle into cruising position before we reached Trenton.  10.2 nm is our shortest day yet but we need to stage for the Waterway.

86651F42-6211-4F3C-A4A0-408BA57B2AA9A couple of days ago Crossroads posted a photo of tight docking.  But Barry and Robin are pros.  Ignoring our rank amateurism, the Trent Port folks decided we should shoe-horn up beside scared-to-death owners of a sailboat that Misty Pearl outweighs by 18 tons.  They and we hastily started adding fenders before we squeaked in.  Any time two boats are rubbing fenders it’s not a good thing.

44969F40-16AF-4499-94C7-E443B239F108Since we’re staying here for another day, we hiked up to TSW Lock no. 1.  Beautiful trail along the Trent River to get there.

The Canadians don’t need modern conveniences like mules or steam engines to power the gates on the lock.  No siree.  2A7813FD-658F-4B1D-BA59-C39D889D1E01They do it just like they have since the lock was built in 1910 – with college kids pushing a turnstile.

In any event, we greatly look forward to this stretch of the Loop.