Morning, as always, happened. It is a conspiracy against non-morning people that 7am flights are cheaper than 10am flights.
Packed and off, we bid adieu to,the sullen cats and trucked off to YEG International. We checked in exactly a hour before our flight, but for some reason that still made the ticket people nervous so we engaged in a bit of queue jumping.
The flight was on of the Embraers (sp?) so we sat 2×2. Soon enough Vancouver showed up and I indulged in some morning wiener. Next up… a Dash 8 to Nanaimo.
13 minutes later Lorraine picked us up at the airport and whisked us into town and it was time to do some paperwork. After everything was all official we headed down to the Sante, a Dufour 385 that was home for the next few nights.
Tonight we had her to ourselves but Tim would be joining us in the morning. A little unpacking, a little relaxing and a little tour around the docks and it was lunch time.
We had lunch at the pub.. The food was so so but the beer was fine. After lunch it was off in the courtesy putt putt to stock up on victuals and grog. An hour later we had food for a few days and enough booze to party and it was back to the boat. The handy carts were handy for loading the groceries into the marina and down tot he boat. The tide had come in a little so the ramp wasn’t too steep.
We filled all the nooks and crannies in the salon with food and such. There is a remarkable amount of room in a boat like this.
Someone declared it was down time for the girls so I headed for the cockpit to relax. We are docked just across from the At Last. She’s getting a new coat of varnish on her woodwork and is one of the few NYC boats still in. It’s a beautiful sunny day and everyone is out on the water enjoying it.
After a significant pause in activity we headed back to the Beefeater for dinner. Scallops, Bernaise, prawns and a really passable Chilean Viognier for only $25. Mmmmmmm. Dinner on the patio with a view of the harbour. At some point in the evening a conversation about shaving you hairy bottom came up. This was closely followed by a conversation regarding the perils of a stubbly ass. What the hell, we were on holidays: there was no requirement for intellectuality…
Back at the boat I grabbed a quick shower, learned to light the stove and it was soon time to wind down.