August 19 Chandler,
Canada
Chandler seemed to be
the perfect place to stop before we crossed the Bay of Chaleurs, noted for its
high afternoon winds. Morning rain and
wind caused us to reconsider venturing from the marina, however, a favorable
report from Chandler encouraged us to continue our journey.
We were instructed that
entrance to the marina had to be on a high tide. We arrived an hour too early and floated
about in the bay. Noting the many marked
and unmarked shoals at the entrance to the marina, we made plans to take a wide
arc around them upon departure.
The marina, reportedly
a full-service marina, was very small and very tight. The fuel dock was at the end of the marina
and with the help of numerous dock help, David expertly parallel-parked our
boat, which appeared gigantic to the others in the marina. The dock help was excellent. Diesel fuel supplies were limited and we
drained their tanks with 300 gallons.
Simon, the dockmaster,
invited us to his sailboat for rum and coke.
We spent a delightful hour with him and three of his friends and gained
considerable information about the small marinas in this area. Marinas are government funded and staffed by
volunteers. Simon was a lawyer who
specialized in labor negotiations but he loved sailing and he was thrilled to
be a volunteer for part of the summer at the marina in Chandler.
Dinner was at the
recommended marina restaurant. On the
second floor of the marina office building, the restaurant had an incredible
view over the breakwater to the wide expanse of water beyond. The service and food were excellent. I had morue, a local fish which was
wonderful. David had escargot and
mushrooms in a vodka tomato sauce as an appetizer and langoustines for his
entrée. We spent a delightful evening recalling sixty
years previously when we were at our wedding rehearsal dinner at the Liberty
Grill in Cleburne, Texas. The menu had
been considerably different! Looking out
at a fabulous view, we recalled many happy times and wonderful people who had
contributed to our lives in our sixty years of marriage.
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