I’ll be doing something different from the usual Weather Blog for the next couple of weeks. We’re on a trip in our little boat Lyra heading down the Champlain Canal to visit our son and his fiancé in Niskayuna, NY via the Erie Canal. Some of our friends asked to hear about the trip, so I figured this was a good way to do it. I guess you’ll just have to find your own weather forecast for a bit…
The sun rose just to the south of Camel’s Hump in a clear sky this morning to start the second day of our trip. The geese that had arrived by the hundreds the night before as darkness fell where rafting into smaller flight groups and taking off for their journey southward.
Our first day on the water from Ladd’s Landing in Grande Isle to Westport was just about as perfect a cruising day as we could have asked for: 70 degrees, NNW wind at 5-10mph, waves around 1’. We made good time averaging about 7.7 knots with the tailwind. We’d only gone as far south as Willsboro Bay previously, so it was exciting to be in new waters. We passed familiar places on the way south: Burlington harbor, Shelburne Bay, Converse Bay, Split Rock Point, and the Palisades across from Basin Harbor (all places that we’d visited by kayak in years past).
The view from the helm on a perfect cruising day.
We arrived at the Westport Marina at around 4:00pm—a small, somewhat rundown (though clean and quite friendly!) marina tucked into North West Bay at the foot of the historic village of Westport. On our late afternoon stroll through the village, we met a couple from Montreal—Denise & Bernard—who were also spending the night at the marina. They had stopped into the little market along the main streets and had asked about wine. The store clerk told them that they didn’t sell wine. Alas. We chatted with them on the way back to the marina and they let on that they had a cat—a Bengal cat—on board. I suggested that perhaps we could trade a bottle of wine for a visit with their cat! Deal done! We went aboard their 35’ sailboat—Kiko—and met Minuscule, the cat. A lovely beast indeed with a silken coat spotted like an ocelots. We shared a couple beers and chatted before heading back to Lyra for dinner (leftovers) and the night.
The waning gibbous moon rose amber over the mountains of Vermont. The geese that had landed in the bay earlier in the evening were chatting quietly in the darkness. A fine night indeed!