The day began with everyone doing their own thing: running, yoga, coffee, tea, pick up honey at the farmer’s market, fix things, clean things. We regrouped to have lunch under red umbrellas at a sidewalk café, then couldn’t resist peeking in to a shop across the street called ‘The Treasure Chest’. When you come across an unfamiliar store called ‘Pandora’s Box’, or ‘The Arc of the Covenant’, or ‘The Treasure Chest’, names with magic or mystery, one shouldn’t just walk away - incredible things might be discovered! Unfortunately, nothing extraordinary in this case, but at least we won’t have to wonder.
We carried on to find Don some chocolate cashew caramel ice cream with a warm waffle cone, and on the way stopped at the Popcorn Shop. There we met a little blonde wisp of a boy manning the counter. He was so smart, personable and well spoken - an excellent salesmen. He told us about all the different flavors, the nuances of each and why he liked the caramel apple corn, but couldn’t eat the butter-rum corn as he wasn’t old enough. He continued to advise us on the choices before us: whether we should buy the caramel corn already sealed in plastic or the fresh corn scooped into a paper bag depending on whether we were interested in getting more for the money or in longevity of the product. He went on to tell us he was eleven years old, this was his first job, and while he was very proud that he got to make the cheese corn, he was also a little sad because he was legally too young to make the caramel corns due to the dangerously hot temperatures of the caramel. A long seven years to go before he gets to do that. I think he will have moved on to better things by then though. He was so charming and adorable – his parents must be very proud of him.
We returned to Latitude Adjustment for a few games of Rummikub (Don won) and a splendid cruise around beautiful Lake Charlevoix. That evening we docked at Irish Boat Works since boat was to be hauled out of the water in the morning and stored in a warehouse for the next two months. While this dock was less than one mile from the harbor we had just left, it was a whole different yachting experience. The moment we pulled up to the cramped tiny harbor lined with back hoes and other heavy equipment, hords of black icky bugs descended upon us. It was as if they knew Charlevoix Harbor was too fancy for them, so decided to hang out at the working class docks with the dredgers, bulldozers and hoisting equipment. The beautiful white boat was black with the critters on the walls, windows and deck. Opening the door to the salon for even a second they swarmed in. We could not talk while outside as it was likely we would swallow bugs – even breathing was risking a bug up the nostril. We hid inside and wore out the dustbuster by sucking up the ones who had sneaked in . We did our best with the situation and cabed to dinner at Edgewater Inn where there was live music with a talented but extraordinarily loud singer/guitarist.
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