We set a course of 249 by the auto-pilot (which is 10 degrees off of the actual course). The remainder of our day consisted of egg mcmuffins, 4 tankers, spinnaker run, 3 barges, flies that bite and amazingly seem to live in the middle of the lake, splashing feet in the bow wake, reading "Sailing from Byzantium", more flies, fly swatter, roasted vegetable salad, napping, flies, fly tape, dead flies and motor sailing.
The trip from Port Colburne to Erie was a one spinnaker run, mostly broad reach. Earnest the Auto-pilot did most of the work, we just supervised.Erie Harbour is a large protected one, similar to Toronto harbour, perhaps twice the size. The main industry appears the be dredging operation to keep that harbour entrance open. On our approach, we encountered a dredging barge, and a tug that ferried the silt to some offshore dump zone.
At the gas dock a fellow Canadian boater told us we we lucky to be in Erie as it was "Roar by the Shore" weekend. We didn't think to ask what that meant but as we walked downtown after docking, we realised we should have. "Roar by the Shore" was thousands of Harley-Davidsons given free reign of the city. Buried deep in the city center park among the hundreds of booths selling leather goods, military/POW/MIA memberships, AIM (Association of Injured Motorcyclists), motorcycle bling, and extra fatty fast food was a statue of poor Hazard Perry ... "We have met the enemy and we are theirs" (the Canadian perspective). Oh well, we can sleep another day.
Till tomorrow, can you fathom how this sign came about ... imagine the city council meeting where this was discussed. The last point being the best one which seems to translate to "Fishing is permitted to those who are utterly unable to fish" ...WFT?
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