Serandipity down the Ottawa

After a morning of running I thought this is the day of the voyage.
I sprung out of the house, tip toed through clams and weeds to the awaiting boat,
Bucket, sponge and towel in hand. Scrubby dub dub. with in minutes the boat was glistening. Off to get the skipper and keys. We traversed several sandbars reaching deep open water and twirling currents we were off. We motored down the Ottawa River heading west almost as far as we could go until we came short of the dam. The water is low this year, the current still strong.. Not a boat on the water but us. We passed the haunted house, known for the ill fated families that have live there in years gone past, for the past 20 years there has been no record of ill repute. We slowed to admire the little island Mohr Island in the middle of the river it is this location that Samuel Champlain lost his sexton.

Visit the site to see the description of the part of the river we were on
http://sailquest.com/ottawa/v-mohr.html

We watched the diesel ferry as it took a boat load of cars from Ontario to Quebec passing it like strangers in the night. We observed new homes, fresh landscape and the familiarity of old steadfasts as historical monuments to us at least!! All in all it was a relaxing afternoon and a great way to see the river landscape without water skiers, seado's, or alien forces to contend with. The best part about it - I got to play skipper the whole way without supervision. Ben was too busy enjoying the view!