Our day began with a walk to the Gateway restaurant for breakfast with Phyllis and Bill. Notice below the sign that you can also get nautical charts here, along with food.
The giant caramel roll was a must have. It was really, really tasty. But still not as good as yours Mom!
Today we are taking an adventure in the dinghies. We are still traveling with our companions from GULLWING and RUNNING ERINS. We all packed coolers and headed to a cove called Covered Portage where there are suppose to be blueberries.
The scenery up here is so spectacular. Photos just don’t do it justice. It’s all on such a grand scale that no matter which direction you look it is breathtaking. The quartzite mountains are so harsh and rugged looking but the pines soften the look. What those pine trees could possibly be thriving on is beyond me. We beached the dinghies and started climbing a path to the top of ridge. Berries were few and far between until Ron found the mother load! It’s blueberry pancakes for breakfast tomorrow.
The low bush (and it is low) wild blueberry bush is 6 – 10 inches high. I think short bush would be a better description. The berries are the size of a pea and not very sweet or flavorful when we tasted them. 
They better make good pancakes because it was backbreaking to bend over and pick them.
Our berry hunt brought us up on top of one
of the quartz hills. Behind Ross you can see Frazer Bay in the distance. We crossed it yesterday coming to Killarney.
We gathered several cups worth and decided we had enough so climbed back down and ate our sandwiches. Heading back to the marina you can see the hill we had climbed to the top of.
For supper we went up to the bar at the marina
with Bill and Phyllis. We noticed something on the menu called Poutine. None of us knew what it was so we decided to order it and find out. Turns out that its French fries smothered in brown gravy and white cheese curds thrown in for a little added cholesterol. Turns out it’s a dinner staple originating in Quebec, so of course the name is French. And being French it isn’t pronounced the way it is spelled. It is pronounced “poot sin”. Go figure. It is so popular throughout Canada that it is even served at Burger King and McDonalds. 
After dinner there was a singer with a keyboard for entertainment so Erin and Ron joined us. The singer took requests so we had fun calling out tunes. Here’s Phyllis bustin’ out and showing us her moves.
Ron joined the singer and they did a duet of Desperado. It was a fun night.
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