Ok, so here's a little background info before the blog. Salsa is our dinghy (the little inflatable boat we drag behind the big boat, we use it to get to shore. It's also known as Marta's favourite boat) We, by "we" I mean me, Josh wants no part in this, named it Salsa because as mentioned above we drag her and it sways or as I see it, dances behind the boat. Now she is known only as Salsa.
Here's the situation, it's Friday night, our first night on the big voyage and my father was feeling lazy and didn't want to put his dinghy (it doesn't have a name, very sad) in the water (he doesn't drag it, he lifts his out of the water on a very fancy arch). So we offered valet service for dinner. We picked up my dad, Paul Andre and Therese for dinner on board L'Attitude. After dinner, Josh was standing on the stern (the back of the boat) smoking a cigarette. All of a sudden is occurs to Josh that he doesn't see Salsa.
Well it is now pitch dark and we're in the middle of no where and it's raining. So we pick up the anchor, take out the spotlight and start searching. She's got to be downwind. At least it wasn't blowing hard, that is until we went out to look for her, the wind picked up and the rain was coming down. It was very enjoyable. Finally we decide that perhaps it would be easier to find Salsa by dinghy, seeing as it's shallow all around. So Josh edges L'Attitude closer to Ambition and my dad and Dan make a jump for it. But alas Salsa was not to be found.
Have no fear, this story does have a happy ending. Paul Andre got up at the crack of down and with his super duper binoculars saw a gray spot on the horizon. Sure enough it was Salsa. And she was returned safe and sound. To solve the great mystery of how she got away in the first place, a caribiner came undone. How that happened, we'll never know.
A little side story for your amusement. After all the late night drama of Friday, Josh was a little upset. Well to make matters "better", I went to go brush my teeth and dropped Josh's toothbrush in the toilet!!! As Josh put it in the log book "A Good Day!"
Luckily the bad luck ended there, Saturday we took down the masts. We made it through the first lock at Whitehall. Today is Sunday morning and we are making our way down the Champlain canal.
We'll keep you posted. Please leave comments!
