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First item on the agenda after our return to civilization: Get
rid of the trash bags which have been collecting all over the bottom of
the Rocket.
What a relief!! Meanwhile the wind has virtually died. A lot of west-going
current and we had to sneak right along the marina in the background and
then the town dock to avoid getting out the oars. Cover already on the
Rocket
in anticipation of rain.
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This is the day we were going to treat the Blue Mist crew
to dinner at the Anchor Inn. However, the last we saw, Blue Mist
was still far (about 2 miles) from the Little Current channel and we are
not at all sure that they will get here today. But we are quite
hungry and decide to have supper without Dick and Dick. As you can tell
from the photo, Uncle Al has enjoyed his dinner and the excellent, friendly
and good-looking service which appears to be par for the course at the
Anchor
this summer!
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Another Anchor patron awaits his turn. Not all that much
later, a hand suddenly grabbed my shoulder. To our joyful surprise, it
was Dick Tyrrell. He and Dick H. had rowed the rest of the way into the
channel (impressive!!) but had at last been defeated by the strong adverse
current (Little Current indeed!!), and had decided to stay the night in
the ...
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... Spider Bay (?) Marina. The weather forecast was for
fairly strong northerlies during the night which would blow the fenderless
Rocket
right against the dock where she now lay, so that Dick and Dick were quite
happy to be here instead. After a quick beer, we all went our separate
ways to enjoy the beauties of civilization: toilets and a shower, before
meeting again at the Anchor Inn for the promised dinner.
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As Dick and Dick were finishing their fine meal, the sun broke
through on the western horizon and Al had to leave his guests to get a
few quick pics done. Note how cleverly, Uncle Al has moved the Rocket
to a spot where she can lie kitty corner in the anticipated northerly wind
- a spot which just happens to be right across the road from the Anchor!
While checking in for the night at Wally's Service Station, Wally
had told us that he thought it would be OK if we put up our little tent
and slept there instead of in the Rocket. The tent is just about
where Uncle Al is standing to take this picture.
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These four fine young people reminded Uncle Al that, if he was
going to take pictures, he ought to have some local colour!
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And since the ladies were just about to jump off the dock for their
evening swim, that fact needed to be immortalized also.
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One last shot of the beautiful western sky, and it was time to
head back to the Anchor where they were having...
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... a big Comedy Night. As you can see, Dick Tyrrell (left)
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a former rugby player - was really in his element in the bar. The rest
of us: Ed, Al and Dick H., also enjoyed the lively evening. While Dick
T. made the rounds of the entire bar and made sure he got well acquainted
with everyone in it, the rest of us were content to enjoy (quite) a few
drinks and mostly just...
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... watch the action. Since Aubrey, an off-duty Anchor Inn
waitress, made this shot, she forgave Uncle Al for distracting her with
his flash. Ed meanwhile decided, after seeing the logo on Aubrey nicely-configured
T-shirt, that he was now a fan of Roxy Music.
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0230 hrs: One last shot of the local colour including Angie (light
blue sweater), another waitress with a lovely smile, and it was time to
head home - as the manager continued to remind us! So, amidst promises
to meet for breakfast at 0730 so that we could make the 0900 bridge swing,
we toddled off our separate ways. While Ed and I weaved across the street
to our tent, we didn't envy Dick T. who had a 10-minute trek back to the
marina ahead of him. Dick H. had left around midnight and was no doubt
fast asleep, dreaming of his oars...
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