But so far the weather has been great! On Saturday we went do to Confed Basin for the 15th annual chilifest. It was just like summer out but I opted for wearing jeans and sweat all afternoon. We were meeting up with our friends right out side city hall. Mike had an antique car on display, so we all took turns watching it! Isn't it a beauty?

The real reason I went was to see the Chris Koster band. I love this band and will find any excuse to see them play. It was a beautiful sunny day and I was excited to get some pictures of this great band in the daylight for a change.


Before the bands started, I made a trip over to the market with the girls. Everything just looked so bright and colourful; I just couldnt resist taking a few shots:


When we got up the next day, the sun was still shining brightly so we figured it was a great day for a boat ride. It was the second of October and it felt like labour day weekend. As usual, Bill had to find something interesting floating in the water. There was no note attached this time, which was a bit of a let down!

We decided to travel East, towards the 1000 islands as there was very little wind. I have so many pictures of the waterfront, I started taking slanted pictures.

Being brave, we traveled past RMC, into the mouth of the islands and past the Howe Island Ferry. As we were following an antique wooden cabin cruiser, all of a sudden the motor died. GASP! What to do? We thought that the gas at the marina has a bit of water in it as the last 2 times we filled up there, the motor was a bit harder to start. We dumped gas line anti-freeze in it before we left the dock. So that couldn't be it. How ironic it was that our boat stalled in front of a marina. We managed to get the boat started enough to coast into the dock. I felt really ridiculous walking up to a small gathering on the dock to ask them where we were. The Trident Yacht Club, I was told. We called our friend Harly, as we didn't have Rogers cell phone number in the cell phone. Roger just happened to be at Harlys and very kindly offered to come help us. After a few hours of waiting, Roger appeared on the horizon. Now don't get me wrong, it was a beautiful spot and the sun was burning into my skin. We had food and drinks and an offer to use the 'head' in the club house. It wasn't a bad way to while the time away. And the scenery was gorgeous!


Once Roger appeared, it was evident that the problem couldn't be fixed immediately so we tied a few ropes together and started to tow our beastie home. Man, it seemed to take a lot longer going back, especially when we noticed the gas gauge going dropping at a fast pace. We started off towing Billy then we decided that it would be best to pull the boat on its own. Besides, Billy was having far too much fun with the whole situation:

Anyways, around 7 that night, we made it back to the marina as the sun set in the western sky. It turns out that we have to replace the fuel pump, which cost under $300, so that's not as bad as it could be. Not a great way to end our boating season, but it gives Billy something to do during the off season:)