Saturday, July 28
Entry by Brooke
We are at anchor on Cameron
Lake, just above the lock at Fenelon Falls. We thought that this little cove would offer us protection from the wake of
boats heading along the main Trent
channel but there has not been any abatement of speed boats pulling
screaming kids on toys. They encircle us as if we weren’t here at all. Cappie just came up on the bridge after an
attempt at a nap. “I’m not really sure I can take this anymore.”
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| Mister Huxley expresses her resentment of speeding boaters |
I feel for the quiet cottagers in the cove; the ones who
have no speed boats, no seadoos. It seems to be the same four groups that are
with us: two guys on PWC's (personal water craft) circling endlessly, and two families with a
boatful of kids who each want a turn on the bouncing disk thing.
"Faster, faster, funner, funner! We want more fastness
and more funness!! " We haven’t seen a canoe since the Peterborough lock.
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| Sea-dooer practicing being annoying |
We head back to Toronto on
Monday, and then to Blyth for tech run-through
of Trudeau Stories prior to opening on Thursday. My first show in 17 months. My body is not ready
for performance; it has been used to haul anchors and hang on to lock lines. It
has not had room for expansive leaps and extended gestures.
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| Our anchorage once it is too dark for water-skiing |
The hair on my arms is white against my browned skin, and there are some patches of skin that remind me of my grandmother's hands and arms when she was spending her 70 year-old winters in Arizona; a splotch that is really dark... but wait! A bit of spit and it rubs off... phew. (I do have a skin issue though, a basal cell carcinoma on the side of the bridge of my nose and I have an appointment for Mohs micro-graphic surgery on the 4th of September.)
A couple of friendly boaters just cruised by at maybe 15
knots, as close as they could possibly get, and the woman waved as the wake
approached. I spread my arms in a helpless gesture as if to say what the fuck?
I hear the motor cut down and look back to see the man, well after the offense,
give a “sorry!” gesture. We bounce up and down as the wake hits us.
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| A dragonfly taking refuge from PWC's |
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