Early Saturday morning, after weeks of preparation and after saying our final goodbyes we cast off on the first leg of our adventure. We had a nice sail to Port Dalousie where we met up with my childhood friend Nancy, her husband Wayne, and sister Vicki for drinks on their boat Moxie II followed by a lovely dinner at MA, a local Asian-fusion restaurant.
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a late night we got up early to sail over to the canal staging area where we picked up Wayne who had generously offered to be our third hand for the canal transit. After a three hour wait we were given the go ahead to enter the first lock. As the water started to rush in we understood why they required a minimum of three on each boat. Wayne and I handled the ropes and all three of us used boat hooks to try and hold the boat off the walls of the canal as tons of water rushed in lifting the boat to the next level.
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waiting for the water to rush in |
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Wayne tending the bow line |
The canal crossing took about 6 hours and after we dropped Wayne off at lock 7 Al and I continued on through the much smaller final lock. After exiting lock 8 we spent a pleasant night at the Port Colborne municipal dock. The dock is well situated, close to the grocery store, other shops and restaurants. When we were heading out into Lake Erie I spotted the old Captain John's Seafood ship on shore disassembled into small pieces. I was wondering where they took that boat, now we know.
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Now I know what happened to the old Captain John's Seafood Restaurant |
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Captain John's interior |
After leaving Port Colborne we were joined by a friendly little bird.
He came inside and stayed with us for a few hours until we were again in sight of land, but not before leaving Al a payment for the lift.
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I think we fed him too much |
We landed in Dunkirk at 4 pm where we tied up at the Municipal Pier and checked in at the customs video phone. We spent the evening working on the blog and watching you tube videos using the free wifi available.
Tuesday was another low wind day so we motor sailed to Ashtabula, Ohio where we anchored behind the breakwater in an industrial area with large ships and in the early hours loads of fishing boats heading out, made for a rolling anchorage. The abandoned lighthouse has been replaced by lights at the harbour entrance.
Wednesday we got an early start and again with little wind motor sailed 90 nautical miles to anchor off Middle Island, the most southerly point of land in Canada, just south of Pelee Island. This uninhabited island was once used as a rum running point during prohibition but is now a bird sanctuary.
Thursday morning we headed out and got in some good sailing before we entered the Detroit River. It was a hot and muggy day so we checked in to the Detroit Yacht Club for the night to plug in and turn on the AC. This club has a huge clubhouse built in the late 1800's and is extremely well kept. There are three or four floors of ballrooms, meeting/reception rooms, an indoor pool, indoor ball courts and dining rooms all immaculately kept in Victorian splendor. The grounds are well maintained and the outdoor pool and tiki bar are popular. There are many large power boats here as well as an active sailing community. The staff were helpful and courteous but the cost of maintaining all this means the rates are a little more than awe would normally have considered. We used the opportunity to do some laundry and fill the water tanks before heading off again.