Dalvay by the Sea Hotel
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... the winter were ice boats, basically row boats that had metal runners along the keel. Six men pulled the boats over the ice, then rowed the boat over the areas of open water, six hours crossing time on a good day. This was how mail and passengers crossed until the invention of ice breaking ship hulls. Still, in really bad winters, the ice boats had to be called into service when the ice was too thick for the ships. Railroad cars were loaded on huge ice breaker ferries to go ...
That evening, we were treated to a pot luck dinner with the wagon masters and tail gunners furnishing steaks from a local meat market. They were nice and thick – great for grilling! Needless to say, we were stuffed!
We then waddled our way back to the coach and took in a beautiful sunset over the ...
... the faint of heart. Except for that, it was a nice inn, the rooms and baths were all upgraded, the A/C worked and there were lots of outlets for chargers and other things!! We stayed in the Harbour Room (Gene & Janette stayed in the Captain's Quarters--the two nicest room in the inn, according to Melvin, our Innkeeper!)
On Wednesday afternoon when we checked in, Melvin was very nice during the process, telling us about breakfast, parking, other ...
... our hopes are that we will be able to prepare breakfast and a light lunch every day and then perhaps have our evening meal out. Sydney seems to be an expensive city based on the research and comments I've seen so the three days there may be a bit of a wild card budget wise. The cruise includes meals, but we might get thirsty out on the Lido deck and drinks are an additional charge. Time will tell.... ...
... she said ‘it sounds like Wwoofing.’
Three long hours later we had produced four ceiling-high wood piles and drenched one set of clothes each, only a few scratches peppered our arms, and we’d each only been hit twice: a miracle in the face of the ‘men’s’ wood flinging. Even when Jenny and I were at their end of the garage flinging the wood towards the piles we were still having to avoid the flying objects ...