Lest anyone think I'm just goofing off on this voyage and neglecting my duties as Benevolent Overlord (or as Sally affectionately refers to me, "B.O.") I have decreed yet another edict: Upon graduation from high school or reaching the age of 18, whichever comes first, all will make some sort of one year contribution to the world. This may include military service, peace corps or the equivalent and requires a communal living situation, maybe like a barracks. There will be no deferments for financial, political or other sorts of status.
Wes got into a fight with Tanglewood II's mascot, a nice little penguin down the dock. Wes has not been worth all the trouble he's caused.
Right now we're in Rimouski, Quebec after a bit of a windy run from Saguenay in 55 degree weather we landed here, in kind of a boring area of town. The marina restaurant was great, much better than expected. It's still windy out there and we have yet to decide whether to go today.