We had an early morning departure as the darn bridge only opens for a few minutes twice a day.
I am not so sure if this boating life is my chosen passion in life. When getting ready to line up to go under the bridge we cast off our moorings and tried to stay put in the canal that is flowing to the sea until the bridge is raised. It is very hard to keep a boat that is 39 feet long in a stationary position. With this boat and my experience, it is impossible. I am sometimes very frustrated at the helm.
Once we got through the bridge the scenery was not very inspiring for some time but easy navigating. Eventually we managed to get into a very large body of salt water that is not the open Mediterranean but there is an ebb and flow from the sea so it is really an inland salt water lake. They pull 20,000 tons of oysters and mussels from it. The water is very shallow and there are very restrictive boating channels that we are supposed to sail in.
This morning, we were completely bamboozled and baffled by where we were in the lake in spite of maps that look great but do not reflect the reality of what we saw on the water. Thanks to some friendly small boat fishermen we were directed into the channel and the confusion on the boat abated.
We were soon docked safely at a very friendly and picturesque town called Frontignan. It is about as French as you can get. We docked, changed into street clothes and strolled the town stopping for a cappuccino before returning the Le Boat for a light lunch on the sunny deck.
Dave and Alyssa went for a bike ride to explore the town, Fellette read and I, with Fellette's help, tried to sort my photos out in some sense of order rather than have 600 photos in one album without knowing what was where.
The journey continues to be exciting: not knowing what is around the next bend of the river and when and under what circumstances we will be moored the next night.
Great day today, what's up tomorrow? Who knows, or cares.
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