Kingston Messabout
                  by Richard 
                  Frye
                I left home a day early so I could take my 
                  time for the 565 mile drive. All was going well till I got to 
                  what they call the New Yawk Thruway. I stopped at the toll booth 
                  to git my ticket and this here big, I mean big and.....big boobed 
                  bleached blonde with real red lipstick and enough hair for 4 
                  normal women..you know the extra poofy kind? She yelled directly 
                  at me and loud enough so that folks 5 cars back was listen'n 
                  to what was go'n on!, She hollered, "Hey... I wanna see 
                  yor thang!" I almost died right then and there! Mostly 
                  laugh'n and chok'n... and when I had regained my composure and 
                  dignity I looked at her sweet turkey platter sized face and 
                  said, "Hell baby ...I ain't seen MY THANG in 5 goddamn 
                  years!" She almost overturned the toll booth! 
                
                  Me and my THANG
                What she really wanted was to see my little 
                   Teardrop 
                  camping trailer. Folks have strange ways with words sometimes! 
                  Don't much think she was interested in other little thangs! 
                  But I was wrong about that too! And it was as plain as the nose 
                  on yor face she didn't give a flying shit about the 65 cars 
                  backed up behind me! So I comminced to very briefly tell about 
                  teardrops and splained to her how to find'em on the internet 
                  so I could go. 
                I told most everyone about this experience 
                  at the messabout, but I wuz saving the best part till now! SHE 
                  wanted me to wait till she got off!....so SHE could come with 
                  me! Can you believe that shit! I'd have needed a kayak 80 feet 
                  long with a 12 foot beam! Ain't enough seals left in the world 
                  to build a boat dat damn big! Yep...go'n on vacation! And figured 
                  she'd done found her big ass a free ride to Canader! I told 
                  her about my sweet wife Kaye but that didn't matter to her one 
                  iota when she eyeballed everything and saw I wuz alone! Didn't 
                  have my dog or gun! I knew right then I was in deep shit! 
                Suddenly like a gift from the heavens them 
                  nice wonderful folks behind me stretched out to Pittsburgh by 
                  now started honkin on their horns and saved my ass! I bid my 
                  goodbyes rapidly, snatched my ticket outta her hand and was 
                  on my way, speed shift'n like ole Richard Petty!.......up to 
                  85 MPH just to get clear of the danger zone! Finally slowed 
                  down as my heart rate began to settle back to normal. Didn't 
                  want to git a ticket.....specially in New Yawk! And, wuz glad 
                  I didn't upset the teardrop or have to do some boat repair on 
                  this busy toll street!
                
                  Bruce Hector, our host
                I got to Rideau Acres in Kingston, Ontario 
                  about 10am Thursday morning. The place was huge and unlike that 
                  big blonde at the toll booth.....it was beautiful! After some 
                  hagglin betwixed American money and Canadian money, I finally 
                  got what I'd call one of the best campsites right on the water. 
                  The boating crowd hadn't got there so I more or less had the 
                  place to my own, 'cept for the regulars and a few vacationers. 
                  
                I'd recommend you go to the currency 
                  exchange and git a few of them funny looking dollars so you 
                  won't have no trouble if you find a deal on someth'n or just 
                  wanna git a double cheeseburger at MacDonalds or someth'n ...... 
                  and be sure to git your Americano money back at the money change'n 
                  place on your way back to the US of A..it's right there a short 
                  piece before you git to the border, and where you have to pay 
                  more tolls to git back home. 
                Don is the guy that has the snak bar 
                  right thar at the boat landing and across from where I parked 
                  the teardrop. I wuz git'n hungry and decided I'd have an order 
                  of "French" fries...they call'em that too! Guess cause 
                  there's a lot of French folks there...and also ordered a regular 
                  hamburger! Well when it come time to pay I had it figured out 
                  20 minutes later that it would take an act of Parliment and 
                  a statement from Tony Blair in the old country to see what I 
                  owed for the damn hamburger and fries! I don't know who's running 
                  Canada! He said I owed him 5.75 Canadian, but didn't know what 
                  it wuz equal to in American money and that's all I had! I wasn't 
                  about to give him my US of A Abe Lincoln and 3 quarters! I'm 
                  a little ignorant and dumb at times but I ain't stupid! And 
                  my mental condition wasn't act'n up at that particular moment. 
                  
                
                  Steve Fisher in in his Li'l Kate
                So after asking me what I thought was 
                  fair we agreed that I pay him 3 American dollars then he gave 
                  me a damn funny looking coin that look like a token from Disneyland 
                  made out of aluminum that they had drilled a great big hole 
                  in and smashed a brass or could have been a copper penny smak 
                  in the middle of it! He called it a Toonie then splained to 
                  me that is wuz 2 dollars Canadian. The deal wuz made and he 
                  finally give me my damn food! Then after figur'n it up I still 
                  came out on the raw end cause that Toonie thang was only worth 
                  about 1.30 US. 
                I felt something was wrong but was starving 
                  by this time and wuz 'bout ready for a couple of good ole American 
                  Tylenol and to hell with the hamburger. Besides it was damn 
                  near supper time now! There was enough french fries for 2 or 
                  3 people and the hamburger was the size of a damn saucer and 
                  about 3" inches thick and absolutely delicious so I didn't 
                  bitch any more! I could have give those measurements in millimeters 
                  and centimeteres and even tell you how hot it was in centigrade 
                  by now .... but that would just make things worse and most likely 
                  more confusing to me and ya'll! And then Ya'll ud be wanting 
                  to borrow my big bottle of Tylenol cause I'd be confused again 
                  too! 
                Got to meet the host of this messabout, 
                  Bruce Hector, later that afternoon. A delightful fellow that 
                  will bend over backwards to help anyone! He proved that over 
                  the entire weekend time after time, and kept things running 
                  smoothly. Sure wish he'd been with me at that New Yawk toll 
                  booth! He's a right big feller! 
                
                  Sandra tries out my little blue skin boat
                My buddy Steve Fisher and his wife Renee 
                  arrived Friday right after lunch and Chuck and Sandra had already 
                  come by early that morning and the show was about to begin! 
                  
                
                  Me and Chuck head out for some paddlin'
                Me and Chuck went paddlin'. Then me 
                  and Steve took off across the lake! Folks kept coming in from 
                  all over the place. Florida, Michigan, Texas, Pennsylvania, 
                  New Yawk and several other states! Boats of all sizes and shapes 
                  began to appear. 
                
                  John Bartlett's Turtle - that thing needed 
                  gun turrets
                Bolger designs stood out among all others 
                  and several gorgeous creations were floating majestically at 
                  the dock. These were big boats now, not the little ones! But 
                  there were also Piraquas, Nymphs, a Toto, D-4, Pickup Pram, 
                  Wind Sprint so many others I don't have time to name, and one 
                  big ass boat from Indian River Florida that was a combo of 3 
                  different Bolger stamps about 30 someth'n feet long! That thing 
                  needed gun turrets and a big crew. 
                
                  Chris and Julie Bullen's beautiful CLC17
                Chris and Julie allowed me to venture 
                  out in their beautiful CLC 17. Very nice but a bit long for 
                  the TD. It was a blast! I had a wonderful time, and considered 
                  it a privilege to paddle and fish in the crystal clear Canadian 
                  waters. Yes dammit......I said fish! I can say that now that 
                  I'm back home and in the US of A and safe! NO.......I didn't 
                  have no damn fishing license, and NO.......I didn't have no 
                  conservation license or stamp or anything I should have had! 
                  But I did get to cast a line in Canadian water.......a dream 
                  I've always had even if it was only for 30 minutes. I caught 
                  a pretty little perch...that is about the prettiest little fish 
                  I've ever seen! I don't like catfish.......they remind me of 
                  my ex-mother-in-law! But even those are fun to catch if you've 
                  had enough beer! I tucked my telescopic covert fishing rod under 
                  my T-shirt and smiled to myself as I strolled back to my Teardrop. 
                  Caught a couple of fish, released them unharmed...nothing big 
                  but nevertheless I'd finally done it!
                 And.....Yes.......I wuz looking over 
                  my shoulder to see if the RCMP was coming to take me away! That's 
                  Royal Canadian Mounted Police you know. Ya'll remember Sgt. 
                  Preston and his dog King on TV years ago? I think that wuz the 
                  dogs name. My sweet wife Kaye would love that! ..... and I could 
                  forget bail money! I can just hear her saying, "Yep..Can 
                  ya'll believe that shit? That damn old fool got his ass locked 
                  up in a foreign country!...and he can just stay there as far 
                  as I'm concerned! But they don't 
                  want more crazies up there so they'll probably let'im go, and 
                  I'll still have to put up with his crotchity old ass!" 
                  
                Chuck and Sandra took me to a great 
                  Greek Restaurant Friday night and the food was excellent! Bruce 
                  came in a little later and ordered some stuff I can't pronounce....and 
                  wuz enough for all of us! It too was also surperb cause we kept 
                  sticking our forks over in his plate so as we could try some 
                  new stuff! You don't have to worry about the portions...they 
                  are big! So is Bruce but a helluva nice guy. 
                
                  David Spencer brought the turkey and this 
                  neat little Nutshell Pram
                Saturday night was the pot luck dinner 
                  and David Spencer cooked a turkey in a most unusual way! Yep...He 
                  drove big wooden 2x2 stake in the ground, impaled this 20 pound 
                  bird upon it then wired it on with the same kind of wire we 
                  use to sew up a tack and tape boat so it wouldn't fall down 
                  in the dirt! Some folks saw that stake in the ground and thought 
                  it wuz for the kids ......playing Joan of Arc! Then he turned 
                  a garbage can upside down over the turkey. It was a new garbage 
                  can by the way! Next he dumped 15 or so pounds ..guess that's 
                  about 30 kilograms of self lighting charcoal around the base 
                  that was already lit and piled it up about 6 inches or so around 
                  the edge of the garbage can, then piled up some more hot coals 
                  on the top which was actually the bottom cause the garbage can 
                  wuz upside down! Then you let it cook at 8 minutes per pound. 
                  Ya'll follow'n this ok? I'm gittin' a brand new metal garbage 
                  can from Walmart next month the day my check comes for this 
                  coming Thanksgiving! And the new lid makes and excellent serving 
                  tray! I wonder how Kaye's going to react to this one! "Hey 
                  Honey! I'm going to cook the Thanksgiving turkey in the garbage 
                  can!" I might have to borrow a lap top from a guard at 
                  the local sanitarium just to let ya'll know I'm still around! 
                  But I'm gonna do it any damn way cause that wuz some of the 
                  best turkey I ever sank my dentures in! By god it was damn good! 
                  Hell ask anybody that wuz there! Bad thing is.....most of them 
                  were there are just as damn crazy as I am but at least I admit 
                  it! In all respects, the Pot Luck dinner was outstanding!
                
                  Chuck tries out my old Stealth
                 So many beautiful boats were there.....in 
                  fact ALL of them were beautiful no matter how shitty they looked! 
                  Even my old beat up stuff looked good floating in this foreign 
                  water! Course a lot of us got into Bruces homemade wine! Red 
                  and white! Wow! That shit was terrific! So smooth! 
                I'm partial to the small light boats 
                  now as ya'll know and have gotten away from the big stuff that's 
                  been moored in back yard with weeds growing all around them. 
                  Mostly cause the others tire me out and spoil all the fun! 
                The Stealth is used most of the time 
                  for fishin, playing around and when I need to get somewhere, 
                  I know she'll do the job and get me back safely, but ya'll oughta 
                  know that by now. Chuck even took a like'n to the old Stealth! 
                  About the Stealth, don't take my word for it...just ask Chuck. 
                  He was in her several times....the Stealth that is. I also had 
                  the Blue skin boat with me that became sort of an oddity that 
                  folks took a shine to! Now ain't that the pot calling the kettle 
                  black...me speaking of oddities! 
                But what stood out the most was my little 
                  shoddy Teardrop 
                  camping trailer that only has one coat of paint on it and ain't 
                  sanded! Folks liked it anyway! I love it and Kaye even likes 
                  it! Now she's got almost 3200 miles of travel under her belt. 
                  Already Kaye wants to take a special trip to her homeland...Ohio, 
                  before the snow flies and do it in the teardrop! I quit trying 
                  to figure her out years ago! 
                
                  TIMS 
                Even the TIMS project drew a helluva 
                  lot of attention and was fun! Bruce worked his ass off on that 
                  one! 
                
                  Here I am trying out Li'l Kate while Steve 
                  Bosquette in his
                  Bolger Sneakeasy looks on
                One tiny boat stole my heart! That was 
                  my buddy Steve Fishers Li'l Kate, a Selway-Fisher design! That 
                  little canoe was impressive on all points! A perfect cartopper 
                  and for the short length is very fast, easy to move, light as 
                  a feather, and very stable! On a scale from 1 to 10 the Li'l 
                  Kate would rate a 10 without doubt! You know men like to rate 
                  women on that scale too. 
                I gave one gal an eleven one time! That 
                  wuz about 30 years ago. Strange how time does show realms of 
                  depreciation on some things! And time does take its toll! Saw 
                  her not long ago, and after 30 years, 4 kids, a lot of what 
                  was physical evidence of evidently very good cooking, she has 
                  sadly deprectiated on the scale of 1 to 10 to about a 2.5! Even 
                  if she got rid of the "extra" 160 pounds that mysteriously 
                  surrounded her once coke bottle figure she'd barely make a 4 
                  with her hair fixed! Glad I went into military service and even 
                  appreciate the fact that I was sent to the far east and came 
                  back alive! Never felt that way till I saw her again after 30 
                  years! 
                There was lot's of wind for the sailboats, 
                  waves for the kayak nuts and projects that will boggle the mind! 
                  There wuz prams, scows, Nymphs..the Bolger type...I ain't talking 
                  about the toll booth in New Yawk! The smallest boat was a Cape 
                  Cod Frosty...the largest was that big ass boat John Bartlett 
                  brought up from Florida, and everything in between bobbed around 
                  the lagoon and beach! Something for everyone! 
                
                  David Spencer's Siamese Brick
                Another one was the Siamese Brick! Two 
                  Bricks ingeniously put together with a section called grout 
                  or mortar in the middle that was used to join the two boats! 
                  Ya'll just gotta see the picture of this one and she sailed 
                  extremely well. 
                I tried a Mouse, threw in a power stroke 
                  and instantly made a 90 degree turn I hadn't planned on! A 
                  Mouse will turn on a dime and give you 9 cents change! Takes 
                  a while to getting used to but it sure was fun! The Mouse is 
                  a great little boat! Just don't be in a hurry to go anywhere! 
                  
                I had a glorious time at this Canadian 
                  messabout paddling around in every boat I could get my boney 
                  butt in and am looking forward to going back again if I'm still 
                  kicking this time next year! 
                
                  Those goddamned Geese!
                And one thing I was trying not to mention 
                  is that there were those goddamned ever present geese! and.....I 
                  didn't even have a gun! They git a might riled up at the border 
                  if you got one! These particular geese were real residents of 
                  Canada! The real macoy! The true terrorist! Even got to see 
                  a couple fighting but they stopped before I got the camera! 
                  Very interesting! I hate geese! 
                And then there were lot's of Dump Chicks 
                  around too as THEY say....we call'em Sea Gulls! The name Dump 
                  Chicks is self explanitory! Don gets pissed off it somebody 
                  throws out a french fry around his snak shack, it's snatched 
                  up by the white demons, and it ain't long afore everybody is 
                  head'n for the bomb shelter! 
                I pulled out Sunday and missed some 
                  of the activites like going to the Irish Pub! This messabout 
                  schedule had some nice things planned. But they need to give 
                  some door prizes for the ulgiest boat, I had a good chance on 
                  that one! The prettiest boat, the littlest boat, the biggest 
                  boat, and the oddest looking boat, etc.! I mentioned it to them 
                  so they'll have something to think about for next year! 
                Well those damn geese will be heading 
                  south soon......I might just tag along behind them to see what 
                  I can get into if gas prices go down, but I'll have my gun this 
                  time! I meant to ask them at the camp ground why they didn't 
                  have any mirrors in the bathrooms! Yeah I know we shave in the 
                  shower and you figure after shaving for 50 or 60 years we wouldn't 
                  need a damn mirror, but damn a mighty! Men like to look at themselves 
                  while shaving so they can see how badly they're cut! You gotta 
                  see where to smash on some toilet paper to stop the bleeding! 
                  Guess they speckt you to use the side mirror on your truck after 
                  you git back to your campsite if you don't bleed to death before 
                  you git there!
                 If ya'll ain't been to Canada, plan 
                  to make this messabout a priority. Lot's of islands to explore 
                  and paradise for camera nuts! It was well worth it believe me! 
                  And as they say in "Southern Canada" Ya'll come back 
                  now...ya hear? They got that from me!
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