Carrie Rose crossed into Canada at 12:10 today (Saturday actually) under the watchful gaze of a small but sleek looking Canadian Police cutter hanging just north of the border. It had two black rubber Special Forces type appendages. The border must be hotter than it looks inside a tug traveling at six knots due to the current.
At 2:10 we tied up to slip 714 at the Gananoque Municipal Marina. It is 60 degrees and dizzily which is depressing, as it was suppose to be warm and sunny. Out of the blue strangers engage us with talk the miserable winter and the delay in summer’s restorative climate. But being Canadains and finding out we are from Chicago, they immediately demure and say that Chicago had a much worse winter than them.
It seems Gananoque has a new benefactor from Toronto and it shows. We were here in August last year and the town has taken on a new shine since then. Ah, the altruism of extreme wealth!
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