Monday, August 19, 2019

Spanish to Meldrum

We probably shouldn't have made this bit of the journey today. Blind River was supposed to be our destination, but while underway we did a bit more research about the town, which is about a mile away from the marina. That felt exactly like Spanish, so we had a little "been there, done that" attitude. We plotted the course to Meldrum.

Water should have been about a foot. It was closer to two with the occasional three. Winds were supposed to die down. They remained pretty constant. Needless to say it was a bumpy ride, so much so that we moved the helm to inside the boat for a couple of hours. Way easier to take the slams from there. And the dogs were happy to have our company. But the skies were perfectly blue and sunny, making is all a little more acceptable.

Worse water action than forecasted
In conclusion not the worst by far. But not great, either.

Usually when we hail a marina and ask for a slip assignment they tell you something like "slip 3 on the A dock" or "the t-head on the third pier." Here we were told "port side tie on the blue picnic table." Oh. Kay? Sure enough, once we made the turn towards the marina, four piers jutted out into the bay, each with a different colored picnic table on their ends. Always something new.

The big reason to come here was the little restaurant in the Meldrum Bay Inn. We had a wonderful meal, splitting the Coconut Shrimp, a Mango and Strawberry salad, pan seared Whitefish with caramelized onion mashed potatoes, and a Apricot/Orange/Cardamom Cheesecake. The whitefish was a little soft, but otherwise the meal was fantastic.

Note the blue picnic table at the end. Made it easy to spot.
We'd been eating a lot of fish-n-chips lately, which seems to be the common food fare of the lake, and doing so typically at a truck stand or diner. So a linen-table-cloth experience was a perfect ending for a rather snotty day.

Meanwhile, I took this video while we were at the Benjamins. It made us all laugh. Can anyone tell me the name of this song? It's stuck in my head.

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