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