Water Blogged
Mel and David's nautical adventures aboard Circe IV
Thursday 28 August 2014
Always an adventure...
Sunday 24 August 2014
Cruisin'
This anchorage is as remote as it gets. We aren't really close enough to anything to re-provision in the dinghy, and there aren't many people around. There is one other boat on the north side of the cove, but they stick to their side and we stick to ours. There have been a few pontoon boats that have come in for a couple of hours and then moved on. It is quite different from Converse Bay, which was much larger and accommodated more boats, so instead of the peace and quiet we have been enjoying here, we had to deal with the screams of small children playing in the water and yappy dogs on big boats.
It is so tranquil here. We are surrounded by rocks and trees and two families of ducks, who seem to take turns coming to the boat to check if there is any food to be had. The younger family likes to dive under the boat, and we can hear their little feet slapping the bottom of the hull. It takes a lot of will-power not to feed them. They are quite adorable.
Our days have mostly been idle. We have both gotten through the books we bought in Vergennes. I was reading The Boleyn Inheritance, and the problem with historical fiction is that you always know how it's going to end (spoiler alert: things never go well for the wives of Henry VIII).
We have made a point of going for a hike every day and exploring different parts of the Island (and getting eaten alive by mosquitoes while we're at it). Each day has shown us something a bit different. Today we explored the area just south of us, with its striated rock formations, like little steps of history.
Other anchorages are closer to civilization, like when we anchored in the Burlington harbour. Grocery stores, restaurants and coffee shops were just a short dinghy ride away, yet we were still somewhat isolated from the city.
In Westport, we docked in a marina, with all the amenities at the end of the dock: restaurants, ice, electricity, groceries, washrooms, and most importantly, showers. When we sailed Lake Ontario, we stayed in marinas the entire time, since there aren't too many places to anchor. We ended up rating each marina based on the quality of their shower facilities. Presqu'Ile, near Brighton, was one of our favourites.
This time around, our favourites have been the anchorages. Wilsboro Bay and where we were this week, Smuggler Harbor (note spelling since we are in Amerrrrica) were the nicest ones we found. We also appreciated the food truck lot and Leunigs Bistro in Burlington.
We are heading back to Lacolle today, bringing this adventure to a close (though as we've seen, getting the boat demasted and out of the water is always an adventure in itself!). I have to go back to work on Monday, and I am not looking forward to that. But that is a normal reaction after a holiday. The post-vacation blues. The worst is when you get to work and it feels like you never left. But at least I have this blog, and a few more pictures than usual, so that our experiences are not forgotten in the hustle and bustle of "real life". Plus there is a pretty amazing carrot keeping us going: our year abroad sailing the Mediterranean in 2017. Only three more years! Fear not, I expect there will be more blog posts before then.
Wednesday 20 August 2014
Cheating
The Thing About Sailing
Friday 15 August 2014
Vergennes
It was a beautiful ride, filled with anticipation. Our guide book described it as similar to the Lousiana bayou or the Florida Everglades, minus the alligators (lots of turtles though!). We also saw a bunch of Great Blue Heron! You can sort of see it here:
We finally arrived in Vergennes to find that we were not the only ones to think Vergennes might be a safe spot to wait out the storm. There was no room at the public docks, so we had to anchor a bit further down by the waterfall and power station. Needless to say, there was no swimming while we were there. It was a pretty nice place to anchor, with the sound of the crashing waterfall, which was all lit up at night.
We had a delicious steak dinner on the boat that night, and invited our neighbours over for a drink, since for the first time ever, there was a smaller boat than ours!
The next day was a very rainy day. For boaters in a safe, protected harbour, that meant a verrrrry lazy day. We slept in, had breakfast, I read, David scrubbed the decks, taking advantage of the already wet conditions, we watched a few episodes of Game of Thrones (thanks to Tara and Rob), then prepared to go out for dinner at Vergennes's nice restaurant. Now, I wish we'd taken a picture, because we got some looks when we entered this fancy French restaurant called the Black Sheep Bistro, dressed head to toe in soaking wet foulies, i.e. Rain gear, then once we were seated, proceeded to strip out of our foulies as if this were the most normal thing in the world. We then had a lovely dinner (lobster is in season in these parts, by the way, so I have been gorging on the delectable shellfish, while David has been favouring fish).
I should take a moment to comment on the food at this fine establishment. Being a French restaurant, they brought us freshly baked and surprisingly authentic baguette. We ordered a bottle of picpoul de pinet, a white from Languedoc. We started with duck cigar rolls (essentially spring rolls) and an apricot dipping sauce. I then ordered the lobster salad which came on a bed of julienned carrots and corn. David ordered the coconut curry haddock. All tables are served accoutrements consisting of a bowl of delicious garlic mashed potatoes and a cone of fries with various dipping sauces: ketchup, garlic mayo, and our favourite, pesto mayo. I ate most of the mashed potatoes because they were so good so didn't have room for dessert, but David managed to find room for a mixed berry sorbet served in a large parfait glass.
It had finally stopped raining when we got out of the restaurant, so once we were suited up once again in our rain gear, prepared for any new onslaught of precipation, we went for a walk about town, noticing that the sidewalks were very crooked and poorly maintained, or maybe it was the wine. We eventually made our way back to the boat, and turned in for an early night.
This morning we had every intention of leaving Vergennes in good time. We made breakfast on the boat (flourless banana pancakes -yum) then walked into town for a quick coffee in a delicious French bakery called Laundry. This is likely where the authentic French baguette from last night's meal came from. We then walked a block over to the 3 Squares Cafe to buy sandwiches for lunch to be eaten later on the boat, which turned out to be a bit of a wait. We then got distracted by a book sale at the library, and came away with some historical fiction and a book on Bordeaux signed by Robert J. Parker, which could be worth something one day, and a Robert Ludlum book and the Duke Ellington biography for David. At this point it was 1 o'clock and we had to be at the Westport marina before 6, so we ran back down to the boat and took off on the 7-mile journey back to Lake Champlain.
The view in this section of Lake Champlain is pretty spectacular as we are right in between two mountain ranges: the Green mountains in Vermont and the Adirondacks on the New York side. The pictures unfortunately don't do it justice.
We arrived in Westport, New York by 4:30 and went for a walk around town before showering and doing some laundry. We then headed to the marina's restaurant, The Galley, for a delicious seafood dinner.
We've just spent the last hour tidying up the boat! Now we just have to decide where to go tomorrow, or whether to stay here and take advantage of having showers. Sweet, sweet showers....
Thursday 14 August 2014
Vermont Continued
Saturday 9 August 2014
First Nights Out
Here are a few pictures from Deep Bay: