A Voyage Down The River ( Chadakoin)

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It's 6:30 and I have been up for an hour.  I can hear the geese honking, the ducks quacking off in the distance, the only sounds of the morning.  A huge cloud or fog bank hovers over the opposite shore, with pink, then blue skies above.  From where I sit, it looks like a vast mountain, dwarfing the trees at the tip of Long Point.  The lake, however, is visible, shades of blue, gray, and pink dapple the surface.  Long Point is visible but not the Bemus shore.  I am not sure a photograph will do it justice.

The Gals On A River Cruise

Yesterday was, as the British might say, tip top, a fantastic day to be out on the lake, or as we did, take a four hour boat ride down to the south end of the lake, then up the Chadakoin River to Jamestown, a trip I might add, if this were the 1920's, would be people by numerous ferries, paddle boats, taking visitors from Jamestown, down the river and up the lake to various hotels.  And only one of those grand dames remains, the Lenhart, in Bemus Point, the rest having all been victims of fire.  We try to make this trip once a year, usually with our friends, Linda and Ron McClure.  This year we left around 11:00, meandered down the western side of the lake, looking at the various homes, the neighborhoods, until we got to the village of Celeron, where the river begins.  We were worried a bit about the depth, so I pulled my motor up some, and we stayed mid river most of the way, a trip back into time, or so it seemed, few if any houses, just woods or swamps on either sides, an occasional fishing boat or kayak, a few herons and us.  It took us little over two hours to get to Jamestown, to Mc Crea Point, where we dock, use the restrooms, then head back.

Ready For Lunch

We have planned for our trip with a great lunch, which we have as we head back up the river to its mouth.  Nothing healthy this trip, sub sandwiches, chips, dip, corn curls, and a few carrots and radishes to make us feel better about ourselves.  We witnessed the strangest sight on our way back, forty to fifty birds, perched in the trees, just sitting there, watching us, like vultures but they weren't.  We still are not quite sure what kind of birds they were and assumed they were migrating South.  Our final guess is they were some kind of duck.  We took our time coming home, cruising the Eastern shoreline, always commenting on how built up this lake is compared to most.  And it's interesting to see how, each year, a new McMansion seems to appear, dwarfing the cottages on either side, empty and out of place.  We got home around 4:00, happy and full and vowed to do it again next year.

Durck? Cormorant?

More

We were tired from being in the sun, so I took a nap, read some and Evie worked on her photo album until 6:30 when we went out to dinner with our neighbors, the Leonards and Pat Jones.  They had heard that a bar/restaurant we frequent had great pot roast tacos, so they wanted to try it.  I was not sure it was their kind of place but they loved it and the tacos were great, with lots of cole slaw and fixings.  Evie and I, however, got wings because it was Wing Night.  They, too, were great as were their freshly cut fries.  The place was packed, so that we could hardly find a place to park.  Everyone said they would go back so it was a successful evening out.

Fat Boy Slim And Friends

We came home and watched the Republican debate until I could not stand it (Trump) any longer.  It was good to get back to my book.