After a relatively restless night during which I was at first too warm and later on a little chilly with far too much on my mind all the while, I rose at about 8 am to join Joy and Walt in the cabin’s “saloon” for a pancake breakfast. After Walt made some phone calls to nearby marine mechanics about the windlass, we three walked on shore on another fresh, sunny, breezy morning to visit a Toronto Dominion bank branch where Walt hoped to be able to cash a check for a large amount in Canadian funds drawn on a Canadian bank. He had tried several times to cash the check, but, since he has no Canadian bank accounts, the institutions he visited would not assist. Since Joy DOES have a TD bank account, we hoped that he’d be able to find some help if she were with him in person. This was not the case, so on we walked to a branch of the Canadian Imperial Bank of Commerce, where Joy also has an account. The staff there WAS very helpful, and though the process took a good bit of time, the check was FINALLY cashed and Walt had a check in hand for the equivalent of the Canadian amount in US funds–we were SO VERY grateful, to Joy for walking from one bank to the other with us, and for the friendly, helpful CIBC personnel!
On our walk back to Braesail, we stopped to shop at a SuperStore for some of the basic provisions Walt and I will need as we work our way north to Port Hardy, and found the prices, quality, and selection quite satisfactory. By the time we were back on the boat, we’d walked about three miles and were ready for a lunch of pepperoni quesadillas. A mechanic was planning to come by to look at the windlass, to help remove the motor below the deck from the winch above, and to diagnose the actual problem and propose some solutions, so Walt waited for him, took a nap, and waited some more, and I carried two large shopping bags full of laundry up to the onshore facilities, as I had on Sunday evening. I returned from the laundromat at a little after 5 pm, and the mechanic appeared soon thereafter. He and Walt determined that the problem could lie with several parts of the system, and the entire windlass could be replaced at a cost of several “BOAT units” (thousands of dollars), or it might be possible to buy a new motor and retain the present winch portion. More diagnosis and investigation of availability of parts will need to be done.
In the evening we made our way up to the shore to the Harbour Bar and Grill, where Joy bought us wonderful seafood meals; ingredients were fresh and well-prepared, quantities were huge, flavors were excellent, and the service was great too! Joy and I ordered seafood gratin: shrimp, scallops, and crab meat in a delightful cream sauce served over angel hair pasta and topped with cheese, with seasonal vegetables (chunks of broccoli, tomato, carrot, snap peas, golden beet, yellow pepper, and zucchini) on the side. Walt’s salmon and bacon-wrapped scallops with rice pilaf and vegetables were excellent too. We ate outside where we could enjoy the fine view over Discovery Harbour and the caresses of the soft breezes that wandered by to sniff the tempting dishes on the various tables. We shared a berry crumble for dessert (complimentary because Walt’s scallops were late to the table); blackberries were hidden beneath an oatmeal crust topped with vanilla ice cream and decorated with a fresh strawberry, a raspberry, a blueberry, and a cherry–terrific!
After our superb dinner, we returned to the boat for a last game of Hearts before Joy’s departure early Tuesday afternoon; she finished packing, and Walt did more work on the windlass with a small amount of assistance from me. He still wasn’t able to detach the motor beneath the deck from the winch above to determine the extent and nature of the damage suffered. Perhaps tomorrow will bring some success and the ability to decide what to do next. Enough for today!