Witlow Point Anchorage

It was a delight to be back on anchor in the Bay of Quinte. Our last anchorage was Atlantic Highlands, NJ just before Memorial Day. The cluster of cabins on the shore of our little cove reminded us of the tourist cabins along the Maine coast. Just at twilight, a lone swan flew in...huge bird but so streamlined in flight... and swam all around. Swans mate for life, so perhaps the search was on. The "chug-a rums" of the bullfrogs eased us to sleep. Sunrise moments are always special. This one was at 5:00 am. With anchor up, we were on the move by 5:45 bound for Trenton and the Trent-Severn Waterway.

June 20-23, 2016......

The St. Lawrence River's 1000 Islands of NY and Canada are by far the most beautiful of anything we have seen.....

Created by  Darcy Campbell

June 23,2016 Boldt Castle.....the UN-official story. Our first Blog post from Canada

“Don’t miss Boldt Castle in the midst of The Thousand Islands!” We’ve been curious about this unfinished monument of a man’s love for his wife for some time now. When we left Oswego, NY and turned up the St. Lawrence River (Seaway), the anticipation became even greater. Supposedly, Louise Boldt”s demise at age 42 caused George such anguish that he he couldn’t bear to be involved with the completion of the project or the property ever again. It wasn’t until we reached Clayton, NY that we heard hints that Louise may have been dead to George, but she had actually escaped the confinements of the island castle and had made herself a life with someone else! We cruised from Clayton up to Alexandria Bay...secured “Summertime” to the village dock for overnight...and took the local ferry out to Heart Island. As we toured the extravagant castle premises, we began to see evidence that maybe that alternate story might not be so far off the mark. George Boldt, driven man that he was, seemed totally devoted to creating buildings... hotels, mostly... that surpassed all expectations. Time to show devotion to his wife seemed to be in short supply. Then the clincher appeared! Even though the elaborate casle featured an expansive ballroom complete with pipe organ, it was well-known that George didn’t dance. Imagine the sophisticated Louise, hostess of fabulous parties for the rich and famous, relegated to the sideline for want of a dance partner. Not for long, I wager. Dancing has long been the place “to see and be seen”. My theory is that she found a man with dancing feet and got a new lease on life. George now has a very good reason not to re-visit this “monument of everlasting love”!!!
Written by 
Darcy Campbell

Can you believe this dance floor!