Thursday, August 30, 2018

Day #92: All the Way to Napanee, Ontario

With ships this size Nellie is clearly no longer in the shallow, narrow Rideau Canal.  

Our two day stay in Kingston was a day longer than planned as yesterday's 20 knot plus southwest winds pinned us down. However, the extra day was used to great effect. We found the Pan Chancho Bakery on Princess St. Their baguettes and cinnamon rolls are wonderful. In fact, to escape their siren call Bicki had to tie me to the mast.


Our very first port of call this cruising year was the village of Napanee. We thought it appropriate then that it be our last port of call too. Pictured above is the view heading up the Napanee River.


Electronic chatting is wonderful to have but you can't always trust it. In the photo above we're clearly in the Napanee River but the plotter shows us going over the land.

50 miles from Kingston to Napanee, Ontario.

Inspecting the engine's raw water strainer for grasses and other detritus is part of the  getting underway ritual.  It's not a fun job but neither is it usually an unpleasant one. Today was a definite exception. Lodged in the bottom of the strainer's basket were five unlucky and now two-day dead minnows. How five little fish can put off such an egregious odor is beyond understanding. Normally I empty the strainer's contents into the sink and then scoop up the goop with my hand and throw it overboard. This procedure started years ago when I realized that the stainless steel strainer basket costs $150 and accidentally dropping it overboard would be...unpleasant. Today, however, with eau de minnow wafting about, I couldn't get the strainer over the rail fast enough. And, although mightly tempted, I didn't drop it overboard--did I mention strainers cost $150?  Discouragingly, even properly disposed of the minnows "presence" remained aboard.

Update: after arriving in Napanee a passerby on the dock said, "What a beautiful tug but what's that horrible smell?" Seems there's still some clean up left to do.

Safely tied to Napanee's wall where we're driving the village's houseflies crazy. DBH