Sunday, July 22, 2007

Picton, Ontario Canada

We left Cobourg on a hazy morning with light winds, heading for the Murray Canal and the Bay of Quinte. We let Otto do his thing and before we knew it we were about to head into the Presquille Bay, with many boats behind us. We got the bridge master to open as we got there, and even tipped him. They hold out a cup on a pole, and as you pass you put the toll in. Before I talk about Belleville, I’d like you all to know how close I came to hitting a brand new sailboat. We went to dock, and the number they assigned us was taken by another boat! I had already turned to go into the slip, when Deb started shouting that it was taken. I went to turn around but it was too tight and the boat going too slow. I had to slam it into full reverse, and anyone who’s ever driven a sailboat knows that they do not want to stop once they get going. I missed the stern by about inches. Deb said it looked like the guys eyes were going to pop out of his head. I backed up, and pulled into the slip next to where we were assigned. Amazing how many folks came out to help, that weren’t there before!

Belleville was a bit rainy, but cleared up in time for every meal. Thursday was wet and dark, but most of the rain came at night. Dinner at the Boathouse was good and Paulo’s was great. We went to Paulo’s twice, mostly because we didn’t know were else to go, but this time we took the bikes. Much faster going home, especially after a few beers J. While in Belleville we took the bike path along the river. Seemed pretty uneventful, until we rode behind the strip club. First let me say to Belleville. “What the hell were you thinking having a strip club next to a bike path for families?” Anyhow, not being under age or offended at all by naked ladies, I naturally looked over to “check it out”. Low and behold some lovelies were out behind the place having a smoke! One in pink panties and bra, the other in a lace nighty. I stared so long they waved. I waved back, then almost lost control of the bike. My thrill for the evening. Belleville is kind of strange. Can’t quite put my finger on it, but maybe I don’t want to. Know what I mean?

We had unexpected fireworks across the river from the back of the boat Friday night. Best we’ve seen in a while. No one in the marina knew what the occasion was. Someone just felt like spending thousands on fireworks I guess. A “hey” goes out to Bonne-Elaine. Nice guitar and voice, but glad you cooled it on the Bongos. I never did get the e-mail address. I’m putting more fenders out, in case you show up.

We left Saturday on a beautiful day. We made it through the “narrows”, then turned south down Long Reach, where we unfurled the headsail and killed the diesel. We sailed down until the Picton entrance, and eventually found a home at the Tip of the Bay marina. Looking forward to a cold one at a nice patio bar. Lot of rednecks here in powerboats. I don’t think they like my yuppie cargo shorts and docksiders. Where the hell am I, at a NASCAR race? Oh wait, they’re from Belleville. Dee Dee Dee.

Was ready for a beer at the Bah Hahba Hahba Bah, but it’s now the Funky Carp. We were looking for the carp in Belleville, but found it here. You wouldn’t think a restaurant would move 30 miles down stream, but hey, it’s here. Time for a beer.

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