All our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them.

Kincardine has a very narrow entrance- maybe 30 ft. (Good thing we are used to going down the canals at home.) On both sides you have huge rocks. When we started you could feel how strong the current was and of course a following sea. (Once again, I asked myself, Why am I here?) We sailed in and docked like it was nothing. Kincardine, the Scottish culture is everywhere. I never saw so much plaid, even the fire hydrants were painted plaid. We took a tour through the Lighthouse, built in 1880. We saw where the keeper and his 10 children lived. All the way up to the top, the view was 360 degrees, the water, harbour, beach and town. A turn of the century Scottish man and his family were going to Kincardine to settle. They were caught in a storm with fog and he thought they were all going to die. As a last prayer, he started to play the bagpipes. In Kincardine a man heard the pipes and started to play as an answer. The family on the boat heard the pipes and headed towards the music. They made it safe into the harbour. The man was so grateful that every night at sundown he played the bagpipes for the rest of his life. Now, every night a phantom bagpiper climbs to the top of the lighthouse and plays until the sun goes down. On Friday night in downtown Kincardine it's Cruise Night. Classic cars, 125 to 150, parade up Main St. quite a show. On Saturday night there's a Bagpipe parade. About 50 bagpipers march. Anyone, and many do, can join in. We went into town for dinner with MJ and Jay. We decided to eat outside. Just as we were served, it started to rain, it came down with a vengeance. We picked up our food and ran inside. We were able to get a table by a window. The parade started, they were soaked to the skin. They marched past us to the Hawg's Breath Saloon. One quick drink and then back up the street past us again. What fun to watch. We got lucky, it wasn't raining for our walk home. There was a triathlon today, about 400 women were participating. The group was lead by a lady bagpiper to the edge of the water. The air is 68 and the water is 67 degrees, it's raining and I'm cold. They have to swim against the current. We watched the 1st girl come out of the water, no wet suit. She walks quickly to her bike, dries off a little and puts on her sneakers and her helmet (a must) and takes off. The bike ride was next, about 6 miles and there are a lot of hills here. After that it was a 5 mile run. Watching these women gave me a since of pride. If I were to be involved, I'd want it in a 3 day period. First day swim, second day bike ride and third day run. I guess I'd want the fourth day to celebrate that I made the last three days.