Batiscan
– not our best day
From
Trois-Rivieres down the next 250 or so miles the St. Lawrence River current and
tide must be taken into account when planning departures. Since we did not want to make any crazy late
or early starts, we decided to stop along the way into Quebec City. Our first pause was in Batiscan – a small
village on a river just a short distance from Trois-Rivieres. We pulled into this notoriously reversing
stream before lunch time and after Steve did his due diligence we landed near
the well-marked channel entrance. Steve went off for a healthy walk and
returned with news of a big antique shop just off the dinghy dock so off we
went again to check that out as well. Then
the predicted rain and stormy weather blew up and unfortunately directly into
the river adding to the already curious reversing current issues with wind
fighting the tides and current. With all the movement our anchor slipped its
snubber and we drifted close to the bank.
Alert boaters next to us sounded their horns so we could move off the
danger zone and reposition our anchor.
With their kind help – did we mention that by this time it was also
raining, blowing at 20 knots, -50 degrees, and getting dark? - we lowered our second anchor into the
dinghy and pulled our bow out with the windlass and the stern with the help of
the hardy Canadian boaters. A less than
restful night ensued with one or the other of us checking and rechecking the
anchors – by now two of them – and the depth as the tide ran its ups and
downs. The two anchor lines were
twisting as our boat continued to reverse in the current, wind and tide. Needless to say the mess on the anchors took
more than a few minutes to sort out as we pulled up to head on downstream for
Port Neuf. Thankfully the winds had died
overnight and Steve expertly disentangled the two anchors, plus raised the dink
while Julia managed to keep the boat in deep water and on course. We were
grateful that none of the BIG freighters that regularly use this transport
route were around as we chugged on north – their monster wakes would have been
most unwelcome. (I forgot to mention that a vicious wake took a toll on our
cargo before we reached Batiscan – tossing the unsecured contents of our home
with wild abandon – OK Julia was at the helm and probably did not execute the
wake crossing 100% by the book – but cats, and stuff, flew. One TV needs repairs and one pair of binocs
is out of adjustment plus miscellaneous items have found new homes. Fortunately Frank did not seem as scared by
this upheaval as on previous occasions and he has quickly returned to his pilot
house perches.
On
a much brighter NOTE: Port Neuf, even on an overcast day, is a friendly and cheerful
place. At the marina we were met by
Martin who claimed on the phone to speak almost no English, but who in fact
managed much better English than our French and flawlessly guided us into a
slip. Another visitor on a sailboat
jumped out to help him and we were safely tied in this protected basin before
10 AM – after an uneventful passage through the Richelieu Rapids – where current
boosted our speeds to 11+ mph from our normal 7. Although the famous restaurant
on the marina grounds was not open during our stay, we found a friendly lunch
at the Resto Gare Port Neuf. Steve could
not resist the Poutine BBQ but was glad he had a medium order, not a large. In
this friendly spot everyone wanted to know where we were from and where we were
going and seemed happy to practice their English skills when they realized our
French was limited.
Working
the tides once again tomorrow we will leave for the last leg into Quebec City –
just in time to celebrate Canada Day.