Port Credit Yacht Club - 14 kilometres walked
I started the day with a long, slow paddleboard ride around the bay then out into the lake and went for a refreshing wake-up swim. By 8am it was already hot outside and shooting upwards into the 30's.
Despite the heat, Ana and I decided on a walk into the main part of Port Credit which is a busy commercial centre loaded with shops, bars, restaurants, and linked to the marina via a waterfront trail, but it is a decent distance. We haven't been walking nearly as much since the end of our big sailing adventure so it was nice to get back to it....but bloody hot.
In Port Credit we stopped for a leisurely coffee then started the walk back along the busy Lakeshore Boulevard. The walk was halted abruptly when Ana spotted a Salvation Army and dove in. I went across the street, first to the Dry Aged gourmet butcher who sold exotic meats - kangaroo, bison, elk, moose, alligator, wild boar. Sadly, the slabs of arms and legs of these exotic creatures cost an arm and a leg so I left with all my limbs, but empty handed. I had better luck at the market next door where I picked up a nice selection of berries and fruits plus a pecan pie for this evening's pot luck supper.
We were mostly melted by the time we reached the boat and had full intentions to visit the pool, but after lounging in the finely air conditioned boat for a while we lost all enthusiasm for the pool and instead did a couple of small boat jobs.
Happy Hour was declared, once again on Sweet Lady, and the Newport gang piled in with bottles, elaborate charcuterie boards, random snacks, and nothing to do but hang out. Happy hour melded right into the pot luck dinner and we claimed one of the covered bbq areas and set up shop. Norm took command of the grill, cooking up a huge pork tenderloin, then various other meats participants had brought to the hoo-ha. Everyone else chipped in with unwrapping salads, heating up sides, laying out plates, until everything was ready then we all dined together. It was a magnificent meal and provided the appropriate level of nutrition to fuel a long evening of drinking, laughing, cigar smoking, and dancing.
The sounds of Newport joy echoed throughout the marina long after every other boater had retired to their cabins...
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