On the way downtown yesterday I noticed something unusual out on the harbor. At a distance, and without glasses, it looked like maybe some sort of red seaweed had been washed up to the surface.
Fran enlightened me to the fact it was indeed a bunch of youth having kayak lessons. So I rushed back to get the camera to take some shots. Wonder if seniors can get some lessons?
Later we had a chat with the owner of Torngat, shown here moored off. Leant a lot about foresails and furling and the different sizes and purposes of the foresails, plus other interesting stuff.
The picture of the trap boat is just because.
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Those pictures are really gorgeous. I love those bleak hills and the still water. But I suppose it's not always as peaceful as that.
Re our reservoir... it used to be the town water supply, but I think we are hooked up to a major pipeline that comes from lake Ontario now. However, the reservoir was always supplied by a small stream and springs, so the water was always being replenished. The occasional swimming dog makes no difference to the body of water. It's man-made, with a big earth bank on one end. Quite shallow, hence all the waterweeds groweing in the wram water in the summer. Home to a pair of trumpeter swans that return to raise their young every summer.
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