The morning of the 2nd we moved down nine miles to Alexandria Bay, another very popular stop in the Thousand Islands. A pause in our movement of Laughter as taking place as a lively discussion on which little Bay was the actual entrance to the dock was settled. At that moment a Coast Guard boat hailed us asking if we had been boarded within the last year. Toms reply was no, the last time was on our way back from Cuba in 2015. Not exactly accurate as they did not board us just came along side. but the young man seemed to think it was funny. We were asked to keep our course while they came along side, boarded and completed a safety check. Tom explained that we were actually getting ready to pull in so we would just put her in neutral. Two young men came aboard. I took over at the helm so Tom could get our boat and dinghy registration and other info. They were extremely nice and we actually enjoyed visiting with them. No issues with the boat registration but the dinghy registration was not in the same file where Tom swore he put it. After a few failed attempts to find it the boys took the numbers off the side of the dinghy and said not to worry but he would have to right that on the report he gave us. They helped us find the correct entrance to the village docks and left. Tom was really frustrated about the lost registration. Did you look in the waterproof box we keep in the dinghy, I asked? Why would I do that was the response, that would make sense. Of course both copies of the registration were in the dinghy box, now one is in the file!
There was only room for one boat our size on either side of the village dock so we were thrilled that one side of the dock was empty. Because of the high water situation we weren't to worried about the depth at the docks. As Tom slowly brought Laughter in while I stood on the bow lines in hand I realized why it was probably empty. We were only about 2 inches from floating up on the dock.The water was so high our fenders floated parallel to the dock rather than perpendicular. The mounds of goose poop covering the dock was another indicator of why it was empty. Tour boats came and went from the dock next to us so the people watching was in full force. Our spot was perfect for viewing the upcoming fireworks over Bolt Castle. We scrubbed our area of the dock and set fourth to wonder the town.
Alexandria was a much busier town than Clayton. Lots of tourists, shops, and restaurant/bars. Our first afternoon at Alex Bay, as it is called by the locals, we walked the main street to the other end. Low and behold another Village dock. This one was at least 1000 foot long and a lot busier with boats and tourists looking at boats. We much preferred our little dock on the other side of town.
Laughter at the Alexandria Village Dock with her river mustache
Three sisters island. It is actually three small islands connected by bridges.
This is a close up of the lighthouse on three sisters island. Someone is still living in this house year round.
Not sure the person who owns this home is there right now
Fireworks over Boldt Castle
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