Rain and windy conditions were setting us up to savor the good weather when and if it came. In keeping with Dad’s why-start-early program, we made it three-for-three on afternoon starts. We had another pair of locks at Beauharnois. Like the Eisenhower Locks, this is another austere setting with towers and high voltage wires adding to the forbidding atmosphere. It took us more than three hours to get back on our way after waiting for a tanker to come through in the opposite direction. We shared the second lock with a lightly loaded ship named Christine. It was like having a pointed four-story, floating college dormitory behind us. When we left the lock the ship passed us like they were the pleasure boat and we were the freighter. I recall Deb saying, “Grab the loose dishes. We’re going to get pitched around.” A ship of that size throws an enormous wake when going faster than ten-to-twelve knots.
We reached Montreal at 7:30 that evening and secured dockage at the Royal St Lawrence Yacht Club. We took a cab to dinner at the Airport Hilton. I have very little recollection of that stop or the setting. It did, however, mark the completion of the first leg of our four-leg journey.
Dad was continuing to man the helm as we ran our afternoon-start streak to four in a row. Among the nice features of getting on the water early is that conditions are often calmer and more boating-friendly early in the day. As the day progresses winds frequently pick up and the seas grow rougher. This was exactly the case this day as we crossed Lake St Louis in rough seas accompanied by high winds.
We had added gas and water at the Montreal stop, and I see from Deb’s log entry that we stopped at St-Anne-de-Bellevue after crossing Lake St Louis. There is a ca...
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...places we stopped with the Consuelo because she was an elegant boat and like a classy lady, people often go out of their way to be accommodative.
We made it to Ottawa at seven that evening. We tied up at the Skiff Club dock adjacent to the northern terminus of the Rideau Canal Waterway. The first eight locks climbed like stairs to the level of the city, but we were too late to lock through that day and too tired as well.
Dad, Deb and I hiked up the steep hill to the venerable old hotel, Chateau Laurier, to be sure it was okay to dock for the night where we had tied up. We also made dinner reservations at Madame Burger’s across the Ottawa River in the town named Hull that has since been renamed Gatineau. A cab drove down to the Consuelo and took us to dinner. We stopped into the Chateau Laurier for a nightcap before retiring to the boat for some much needed sleep.
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rear of their barracks at Tete du Pont, on the iced up harbor on Christmas day in 1855. After sweeping the snow from the ice,
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The shuttle dropped me off near Broadway, which is the downtown strip for music, food, tourism, and shopping. I popped into the Brewhouse ***maybe say what the Brewhouse is? restaurant/bar/brewpub or is it like World of Beer?*** (which had a huge draft
It was a warm rainy June night the humidity was high which made it even harder to breathe on the crammed boat. My family was asleep on the constantly rocking boat suddenly the boat shook, but my family was still fast asleep. I couldn’t seem to fall asleep so I got up and stepped out on the cold wet steel boats upper deck to get some air. When I got outside I realized that it was pouring bucket sized rain. I saw increasingly large waves crash furiously against the lower deck. Hard water droplets pelted my face, I could taste the salt water in my mouth from the spray of the ocean. Suddenly A massive wave slammed hard against the ship and almost swallowed the boat. Wind gusts started kicking up. I held onto the rail grasping it as if it were my prized possession. Suddenly I was blown
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I took a hot shower and then my parents and I looked outside the balcony to see the outdoor section of the waterpark and there were lights everywhere. People were walking on the sidewalk and the mix of the night and all those balcony lights was beautiful. My mom gave me another shawarma sandwich for dinner and then I went to sleep.
The time of the journey was started on a cold December day, where he enters with a carpet bag on his shoulder at the shipping port of New Bedford, and finds a room at the Spouter Inn with a massive South Sea Islander named Queequeg. " What a pity they didn't stop up the chinks and the crannies though, and thrust in a little lint here and there. But it's too late to make any improvement's now. The universe is finished the copestone is on, and the chips were carted off a million years ago." B.
We got into our lines, behind groups of excited families and happy little old men and women. As the line ascended up the ramp onto this enormous water vessel, pictures were taken of every group of passengers. Smile, laugh and look happy! Riiight. As a matter of fact, I was pretty anxious. I'd never been on a boat like this, and especially not for a whole week.