We were not sorry to get underway on the third afternoon after arriving. The wind wasn't exactly fair, but it wasn't very strong by now, and the tide was on the rise. This last was less helpful than it might have been. One of the many vagaries of the St. Lawrence River is that in this portion of it both the ebb and the flood, diabolically, flow the same direction. The only difference is that the flood moves more slowly against you. Slowly we made way through the chilly night, and arrived at dawn in Rimouski. Since there were still two hours till the fuel dock would open (Note: it may sound as if our biggest concern in life was gas, but really we just like to top off wherever there's a chance, not knowing where we'll top off again. If we hadn't filled up in Rimouski, we would not have made it to Quebec City several days later; we would have been caught out sans essence in an horrible gale), we tied up and let the kids have a run ashore. They had just woken up and were full of beans, while Danielle and I were feeling the lag of an overnighter.