We were pleased to see that there was a festival going on. As we rolled out bags tot he Harbor View Hotel we heard a band and smelled the carnival food of the vendors. Picton is a small town nestled in amongst the mountains. We got into the hotel fairly easy and immediately went out for some dinner. A pair of wood fired pizzas and a salad was just what some hungry folks needed. We walked back down to the harbor and listened to the band a bit. As soon as the sun went behind the hill the temperatures dropped and all the families packed up and left.
Picton from the ship
The view from our Hotel balcony
She front desk told us that this was their best view and it is all ours!
There is a notional egg shortage so I bought Quiche instead of eggs thinking it would transport easier
Wood fired hot and spicy pizza
Hail to the Caesar salad lots of anchovies
The WW1 war memorial leading to the harborside park
Rock on in the sun!
Getting darker
Looking out to the inlet
Seagull only
The sun is dipping down behind this hill
The cold wind picked up and we say many folks pack up and leave with the sun
The drunken Monk! I have a pendant that is of this guy
We went back to the Hotel to warm up and there folks were still swimming
A super nice port
And just like that it is dark!
The fireworks start
Promptly at 10 PM
From our balcony
High quality works
Make up for a lower number
Better over more
All kinds of things going on here
Getting fancy with the doubles
Bunching them together
Some big ones
Delightful
They saved the big ones for last
The finale on the fireworks and on our night
It has been 230 days since we began out Migration
