 We were preparing to leave Quebec before noon. Breakfast was a special treat. We walked over to the “edge” of the old city and had coffee and croissants in a great little restaurant/bar that was clearly a favorite spot of locals and tourists like us. |
 After breakfast I wanted to make a quick trip to the local boating supply store, which was on the same property as the marina. I was walking past the boat ramp and saw a vehicle pulling a small boat out of the water on its trailer. At first this sight meant little to me until I took a closer look at the boat and saw its name on the side. “Navasana”. This was the boat that Catherine and I owned before we bought our Nauticat! I could not believe my eyes. I had sold her to a man from Montreal named Real Dussault. Real was pulling away from the boat ramp and his wife was sitting in the back of the boat until they got to a nearby parking spot where they could continue their preparations for towing the boat on the road. |
| Once Real stopped the vehicle I ran up to him and vigorously shook his hand. He was puzzled at first why I was so excited and then he recognized me. “What are you doing here?” he asked. I quickly explained Ananda’s cruise and why we were in Quebec City, etc. He explained to me that he and his wife had just spent 10 days sailing in the Quebec City area and were just now preparing to head back to Montreal. We both agreed that it was an amazing coincidence that our paths had crossed like this. Another couple of minutes either way and we would have missed each other. Sometimes the world can indeed be a very small place. |
 We left Quebec City and headed down river—destination to be determined. The weather through most of the day was sunny with scattered clouds. We had planned to travel quite a distance that day and seek out a nice anchorage, however the weather began to take a turn for the worse and scattered clouds began to morph in to scattered showers and squalls. |
 We went through a couple of squalls and the weather was threatening to deteriorate even further so we decided to abandon our plan of anchoring and head for a marina instead. |
 As sunset was approaching we went through another small squall and then saw fog starting to gather on the river. The small town of Cap-a-l’Aigle was just an hour away and it had a marina so that was to be our destination for the night—and a welcome one it was! |
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