Monday August 29, 2022 Cobourg
There was a prediction of thunderstorms for Monday so we stayed put at the dock the next day. We had dinner in the old Yacht Club, which had gone out of business and had been taken over by a local tavern entrepreneur. The clubhouse still looked like it did before the takeover, with race flags, burgees and trophies all over the place.
But this was a shell of a yacht club. There was a pallor of death and I imagined that all the stories that had been told in there among bonne homme members over the years now smelled a little like musty old books, without the life that comes from camaraderie. The food was pretty good, however.
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