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Ship’s Log 6.26 Rochester-Youngstown

 We wake up to heavy rain so sleep in till about 8. Captain Mike lives in the area so comes by to meet us and see the boat. He’s delightful and has a cup of coffee with us while sharing some knowledge on boat electrical systems. The fishing tournament has been canceled due to the weather, and all the fisher folk are buttoned up tight in their boats. We aren't in a rush to leave since we don’t know much about Youngstown, our next stop. We knock out some laundry, and Wm follows up on his antifreeze tests. Looks like he fixed the issue, well done. We decide to continue looking for that damn fuse box, just for kicks. And we finally find it. It is behind the electric panel - not that surprising but it’s hard to get a look back there due to the copilot chair. Looks like I won’t have a chair much longer. 

The children head off to Sportsmen’s Warehouse in an Uber. Meade now has the fishing bug too so we need another pole. They are also hoping to swing by a Trader Joe’s for more takis (or the TJ’s version of them, anyway). We are happy for them to be out and about for a bit. We all meet later for lunch at the Pelican Grill and have a delicious fish fry. The owners are super nice and excited to hear we’re up from Charleston.

Off we go to Youngstown with no real expectations. Another great run, and then we turn up the Niagara River and come upon a picturesque scene of sailboats on moorings and Youngstown up on a bluff. What were we doing puttering around in Rochester, this place is beautiful!

A nice fellow named Paul helps us tie up and says it’s cool to swim off the dock. Mason pushes Meade in, and we all follow. The water is cold but feels great. After our dip, Wm sets up the grill, and the children head off to fish. Meade catches a cute little guy, does a quick happy dance, and tosses him back. We enjoy steaks and salad for dinner and head off to bed. Early morning ahead with Captain Mike coming to pick up the boat at 6:30.

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