Lake Ontario

On our way to Brockport the port engine started to overheat. Mike turned it off and went down to check. With all the extra parts we have--no impeller. The closest port was Rochester. We pulled into Shumway Marina, very accommodating. Confirmed that it was the impeller. It would take 2 days to get the part; Mike said, "Order 2." Our sister-in-law Trudy's brother and high school friend of ours, Ed, lives in Rochester. We gave him a call and he was there within the hour. It was rainy and cold. I took his car and went to the laundry and did some errands. Mike and Ed drank some beer, but they told me it was water. When I came back we caught up on some old times and went for a late lunch. The next day we were on our way. We pulled into Oak Orchard Yacht Club. One member came up to us and asked if we were yacht club members. After we showed him our travel card he said, "Welcome" and showed us around. WHAT A PLACE! Tranquil, isolated and beautiful. We went up to a covered desk on the dock to sign in. The first night was free; after that $10.00 a night. Then, we went up to the club house - bar, showers, ice machine, washer and dryer, barbecue and picnic tables all for our use. We slept in the next morning and then cleaned what is called the boat mustache. When you're in the Erie Canal the water is brown from all the sediment coming down from the mountains. It actually stains the boat. We cleaned it off with lemon juice. What a pleasure to clean the boat in fresh water. No hose needed, just scrub and rinse. In the afternoon we explored the Point Breeze Harbor by bike and in the evening by dinghy. We had a terrific dinner in a restaurant on the lake. During the night something kept hitting the side of the boat. We would both get up and check out the water. Nothing was there. It happened again and we still could see nothing. You know how Wally and Mike belly butt when they win a horse shoe match? Well, Karp belly butt to release their eggs. They hit each other on the sides of the boats. So much for relaxing reproduction. I could live in Point Breeze.

• Saturday, June 9th

We are in Wilson, N.Y. at the Tuscarora Yacht Club. It was truly a Gregg Day. (A Gregg day is when you get up early and are busy all day having fun) It started with a bike ride into town to do a little shopping and looking around. Then we went for a dinghy ride in and out of lily pads. The flowers floating were something out of a painting. Then out into Lake Ontario with the sun keeping us nice and warm.

Today is Tuscarora's sail-by. A ceremony similar to our Memorial Day. Then the sail boats get in a line and go around the harbor and then into Lake Ontario. We were invited to join Bob and Donna on their 42ft boat, Endeavor. My guess is that 30 boats participated. What a spectacular parade. After that, all met in the club house for a pot luck dinner. We were introduced as guests from the Sea Horse Yacht Club. Mike thanked everyone for a wonderful day. I could live here.