LOG CABIN CHRONICLES
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Bob Gervais
COBOURG, ONTARIO | When sails are full of wind, the boats dance on the wavetops. But where do they go when the water turns to ice?
I had never asked that question, until one April weekend, I saw them marshaled along the pier beside the hushed harbor in Cobourg, Ontario. Little did I know that, by the end of that day, the harbor would grow a forest of masts and spars and the wind would whistle through the rigging of the boats, anxious to have the boats come out to play.
There were two obvious groups:
Here are various stages of this operation. The photo of the truck shows a little of the nautical vocabulary necessary for a sailor.
And ready for another season of fair sailing... ![]() Copyright © 2014 Robert Gervais/Log Cabin Chronicles/05.14 |