2 August 2016, Tuesday
We are up early, showered and in the car on our way back to Sackets Harbor and breakfast at Tin Pan Galley. The day is sunny and bright at the Inn but becomes more misty as we approach Lake Ontario. We arrive at Tin Pan Galley at 7:45 but opening time is 8 am. By the time we return to the restaurant after a short walk even Sackets is bright and warm.
O and I are the first to be seated and breakfast is quickly served: a huge “half-serving” of fresh strawberry stuffed french toast with real maple syrup and maple butter for me, and breakfast quesadillas, salsa, guacamole and home fries for O. I am able to eat only half of my half-serving. We will both have a good breakfast tomorrow. We shake our heads in wonder as one of the four people at the next table orders an equally huge breakfast with a side of the french toast!
Back to the Inn we go. It is time for a major mining operation to find our passports. The excavation proceeds fairly quickly, but we both suffer a moment of panic when we realize the passports are not in that box in the middle of the car. I suddenly remember putting them in the canvas bag that we keep up front (so they will be easy to find,) and we breathe a sigh of relief when I discover them there.
We cross the border uneventfully and drive westward. I call Dad to say hi and to confirm that my phone is working in Canada. The call goes thru without a hitch. Dad is enjoying all his leftovers. Soon we turn north towards Peterborough and find a brew pub (of course) for a late lunch. Ashburnham Brew Pub is a worthwhile stop.
By 4:30 we have arrived at Silent Lake. We are impressed by how quiet it is. Our tent is soon set up and we set out on an explore. The lake is calm and the evening is very warm. We spot several promising places for a Sea Eagle put-in. My only disappointment is the absence of loon calls. Perhaps later…
We wander down to the lakeshore again and find a perfect boulder for watching the darkening lake. Unfortunately, the mosquitoes soon find the boulder as well. We take refuge in our tent and the loons begin to call as we drift off to sleep.