In spite of solid rain, the day started great thanks to the kindness of a stranger. The gentleman in charge of the landing ( which was a safe, comfortable place to camp) lives right there and came on duty at 5 a.m. I required a certificate that my boat had been cleaned and inspected and the $30 fee paid before I could venture out on the lake. Not only did he GIVE me the certificate, but also the weather outlook, possible places to seek shelter, and a caring smile.
“You see all these boats?” he asked. “You can stop anywhere, any boathouse, you go inside, no one say anything.” I felt like I had a friend.
So at the early hour of 6:30, I set out, discovering a hefty wind at my back. The rain, the wind, a little surfing practice, where was Peter? (By the way, hope you and Viveka had a wonderful anniversary celebration).
Quebec was clean, delicious, welcoming, and swift, but I was comforted to return to the good old United States. I felt more vulnerable to logistics traveling by canoe than I ever would have with the security and mobility of a car. A couple of buoys marked the international border.
Put in to the Clyde River for just a mile to the Western Ave. bridge, then walking again, surprisingly climbing over 300 ft. enroute to the Derby Four Seasons Inn at 4412 Route 5, right along this extended portage route. (And also right by the Vermont Pie and Pasta Co. and Shaw’s featured in an April post from our scouting trip.). We enjoyed lunch at Newport Natural and pizza here and frequented plenty of area stores in our brief stay.
TOTAL MILES: 285.3