It is incredibly hot today so we immediately hit the water and it is deliciously cold. I gear up with snorkelling gear and go for a swim. The water is very clear with visibility of nearly 20 feet. I paddle around for a while and see some perch, one bass, and one decent sized pike. You don’t often find good snorkeling in lakes, but this is obviously a special place.
Our planned destination for today is Clayton, New York, but we like the anchorage so much we decid to leave Cabin Fever moored up and take Bella Blue across to the US side for a look. It is a pleasant seven mile sail there and along the way we call into US customs to report our arrival. Clayton is a neat little town and has a real seaside feel. We take a blazing hot walk through town and check out a few shops before finding the public dock with a huge swimming area and a long line of flashy Adirondack chairs. I find an abandoned water Frisbee and the kids and I throw it back and forth on the boardwalk while the others lounge on the chairs and “chillax” as Stella likes to say. Our next stop is a small bar and restaurant that overlooks the water so we order up a round of happy hour drinks for the six of us and chit chat with the locals.
The kids see a park and head over there to fry their skin on the hot slides while the adults (don’t tell Tony I called him that, he prefers “so-called adults”) return to the boat for a hot and sticky happy hour and to compare our impressions of Clayton. For a border town frequented by thousands of Canadians, it was strange that there was not American beer (cheap) and lawn pesticides (banned) more readily available. But like so many American towns, they had put a great deal of money into the infrastructure, providing free public dockage, a great waterfront place for kids to hang out, well-built seawalls and an amazing public gallery – this one for antique boats which we sadly did not have time to check out.
The kids return and we fire up the engine and start the return journey to our anchorage, taking care to avoid the congestion in the Clayton harbour, such as the lady doing yoga on her paddle board, the boy kite surfing back and forth, and the dozens of Sea Doos and boats zipping around. Stella takes the helm and navigates nearly the entire seven miles back to the anchorage. Magnus seems to be in charge of the on-board entertainment and takes the replacement toilet plunger Tony purchased and sticks it to his belly while attaching clothespins to his nipples and making a weird face. Then, AC/DC’s Thunderstruck comes up on the setlist, but the chorus is transformed to “Plungerstruck” and we all join in!
Back at the Camelot anchorage (every time I write, say or see that word I cannot help but think of Monty Python’s Holy Grail when King Arthur and his gang come across the castle and say, in turn, “Camelot!”, “Camelot!”, “Camelot!”, and then the porter says, “It’s only a model.” Monty Python – you either love it or hate it and I am firmly in the first camp.) we prepare a delicious dinner of barbequed chicken and salads while the kids take their final swim of the day. We lounge our way through dusk and into the nighttime with a nightcap or two on the top deck of Warship. The total distance traveled today is 20 miles, making it our biggest travel day yet.