Back in the US, hanging out on Lake Champlain. It’s great to cruise with mountains as a backdrop. The last time, I did that was off Viet Nam courtesy the US Navy. Now that was a long time ago and a world away in more ways than one.

Lake Champlain is perhaps as lovely a Canadian Lake as we have seen. Canadian? Really? Yep, just look around. Almost all the boats out are Canadian and there are a scazillion of them. All radio traffic is French. We were warned that, because the northern end of the lake is about an hour’s driving time from Montréal, the lake would appear Canadian. It does indeed. We just didn’t expect them all to land in our lap. Therein lies the story of our first night on the lake.

It all began with a marine forecast that indicated strong winds overnight on the water when towns were supposed to have no wind. OK, we’ll go into a small protected cove. Of course other boats would join us and along about 5 pm we were quite happy because the cove had pretty much filled with boats that spaced themselves apart quite carefully. But they kept coming and coming until well after dark. (Those who know Hadley Harbor, think inner harbor at Hadley on Friday evening.) Those who are visual thinkers imagine an equal lateral triangle about 350 to 400 yards on the side and then stuff 40 boats inside that triangle.

The wind was from the north when we anchored. Was from the west when most boats came in. Went slack overnight. So much for the forecast and was beginning to build from the south in the morning. Some boats were within one boat length of each other with 2 almost that close to us. No place for us. Time to get out of Dodge like now but getting out appeared to present its own risks. I half way expected that our anchor chain would be crossed up with that of one of our neighbors.

We got out before sunrise, before really bad things started to happen as the wind (not in the forecast for the day) continued to build. That’s how we were out where we could get a moody sunrise shot of the lake clouds and mountains. Sure wasn’t our intent.

And the forecast? It’s posted 4 times a day and has not been right once since we arrived until right now. The last posting basically said what we have is what to expect for the rest of the day. Maybe that’s the way to go. What you see is what you got.

The time is 3:30 Sunday afternoon. Boats are beginning to stream back to the jumbo marina just north of us. We are going back to that nice little cove, Spoon Bay, first thing tomorrow morning. We will own it. It’s great to be retired. That said, we don’t know where will hide Labor Day weekend. My perception is that marinas around have more boats than the lake’s anchorages can handle. So how many will charge out?

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