CRUISING THE RIDEAU
Despite a hitch or two, this much anticipated boat trip was all they hoped it would be
Engine trouble, bad weather and choppy waters weren’t enough to dampen the spirits of these intrepid boaters.
Neighbours came for the early morning send- off to wish me and my husband, David Clyne, a good trip. Our boat was on the trailer, and the trailer was attached to the truck. The last of the supplies were loaded and the key was in the truck’s ignition.
Then, the unthinkable happened. All we heard was the loud clicking of an engine that wouldn’t start. Thankfully, a boost was all that was needed to get us on our way.
The country road was rough, and we felt some vibration as we drove along. Dave was a little uneasy about the truck,
saying, “I’m not turning off the engine. I just don’t trust it. Oh, by the way, we lost the boat’s trumpet horn along the way.” An hour and a half later, we arrived at the Rideau Ferry Harbour.
A ROUGH START The launch went smoothly at first; our boat slip was in a good spot. A relaxing afternoon was planned, to be followed by boating to a nearby restaurant for Dave’s birthday supper. The check of the bilge, however, was an unwelcome sight. We hoped the water in it was rainwater. It was not. There was too much, in fact, several buckets-full had to be emptied. In a disappointed tone, Dave said, “We are going back home.”
Those were not the words I wanted to hear. Dave had spent months restoring, repairing and replacing rotten wood where leaks had been discovered. He was sure he’d fixed them all. For months we had been looking forward to our 12-day cruise on the Rideau Canal, a UNESCO World Heritage Site. We had to haul the boat back out of the water, which takes time. Factors such as currents, wind and many other docked boats can and do slow down the job. It took about an hour. We were hopeful that in a day or two the boat would be fixed and we would be good to go. Dave is good at fixing almost anything.
The marina owner, John, approached us as we were about to leave. He was sympathetic, suggesting something about a “quick, temporary fix” that could get us back in the water. “I don’t like to see you lose your whole holiday.”
Would Dave consider this idea? Leave the boat for an assessment and agree to let
boat mechanics do the job? After what seemed like a long few minutes, the boat trailer was unhitched, and we drove away leaving the boat for repairs with a tired and disappointed Dave saying, “Keep an eye out for the horn.”
LAUNCHED! Although we never did find the horn (we bought a new one) happily, two days later our boat was ready, and our trip began. We had an amazing time cruising the Rideau Canal from Big Rideau Lake to the St. Lawrence at Kingston.
At almost 50 years old, our beautifully restored 1974 Trojan was noticed and received attention wherever we went.
We had made the trip from Ottawa to Big Rideau Lake two years earlier, and our goal this time was to complete cruising all 202 kilometres of the Rideau Canal. Nineteen kilometers of it are man-made locks and canal cuts, while the rest are natural waters.
Boat traffic in many of the waterways, locks, marinas and docks was heavier than we expected, as it seemed many other boaters chose the last week of August and the first week of September for boating trips as well. Fishing boats, pontoon boats, houseboats, big cruisers, small cruisers, all were enjoying some end-of-season time on the water just as we were.
There were some challenges of course, including a tornado warning; extreme temperature shifts; the GPS failing to work, and finally, the fact that turbulent water in some locks was a little scarier than our last experience two years earlier. But in the end it was all worth it; we had a wonderful time. Would we do it again? Yes, indeed. n
We live on a large acreage with lots of trees, but these robins ( left) decided to build their nest right by our bedroom window. Perhaps they wanted their picture taken, as they did not seem to mind my camera peeking around our bedroom curtains. The babies seemed to be constantly begging for food, and their parents never seemed to have a free moment.
One day, a magpie came along to try and snatch the babies for its dinner, so I decided to try and save them. I searched for some way to cover the nest so the larger magpies couldn’t get to them, but I was afraid that the mom and dad robin would be too scared to return to the nest. In the end, I decided I had no choice but to try something quickly,
as obviously the babies had already been spotted by the magpies. I cut out a big piece of cardboard and shaped it so that the opening would be just large enough for a robin to fit through. I then waited for the parents to leave the nest. I placed a ladder close to the nest, climbed up and put the cardboard structure over the nest and secured it with some wire. I returned to our bedroom to watch if the parents would accept my intervention. I was so pleased when they returned with food and even seemed happy with their newly safe nesting spot. The only problem was I couldn’t take any more pictures till the babies left the nest, ready to fly. I believe I saved the babies’ lives, as magpies often need a high protein source for their own babies—it’s just the cycle of life. ■