Today dawned bright and sunny (it had been raining since our
return a few days ago to Brewerton). We got ourselves organized and left Oswego at 7 am as we prepared to cross Lake Ontario.
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| Oswego breakwater on the left and the entrance to Lake Ontario on the right |
After we cleared the breakwater, I instantly regretted not taking my motion sickness meds as the lake was very rough. We had 12+ knot winds coming from the west with waves averaging two feet, which means there were plenty of four footers slamming us on our beam. At one point, I was lying down on the salon settee trying to calm my queasy stomach when we were broadsided, the boat rolled from side to side so much so that all I could see out the portside was a wall of water and the entire settee bench disengaged and slammed into the table pedestal with me on it and Millie underneath it. The back of the settee then slid down, forcing everything stowed behind it to drop down into newly found storage space (the only bonus to this). Think glass liquor bottles and wine bottles, plastic glasses, candles, spare water filters, napkins, an umbrella ect. crashing down into a fiberglass coated well. Fortunately, nothing was broken. I simply emptied everything onto the floor, crawled back on the settee and waited for calmer water to stow it all away.
By the time we could see land again, I was feeling better
and joined Tim in the pilothouse. Poor
Millie was still a bit freaked out and remained glued to the salon floor.
Canada!
We finally entered into protected waters, hoisted our yellow
quarantine flag indicating that we had not yet checked in to Canadian Customs
and made our way around various islands to Picton, Ontario to make the
call.
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| First photo taken in Canada |
We tried hailing the Municipal
Marina by phone and by radio, to no avail.
We decided to just cruise on by and see if we could see anyone. Fortunately, there was a dockhand on the dock
who told us there was no room for us for the night, but we could dock
temporarily and use their phone to call Customs. As Millie and I were not allowed to leave the
boat until the Captain had cleared us through customs, Millie was rather
unhappy as she definitely needed to feel terra firma under her paws and
couldn’t understand why she couldn’t get off the boat. When Tim returned from calling into Customs,
he lowered the quarantine flag and raised the Canadian courtesy flag that we
will fly from our starboard antenna while in Canadian waters.
At this point, I called the Prince Edward Yacht Club just
across the inlet and they cheerfully directed us to a mooring for the night.
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| Mooring at Prince Edward Yacht Club |
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