July 24, 2015 – Friday – Hopewell Bay to Killarney – 62.5 statute miles traveled.

We had gone to bed when it got dark and we woke up when it got light. All vitals for the engine were checked and the crew was made ready to travel. We pulled the anchor at 0555 to find that we were stuck very well in a mud bottom and half the mud on the bottom came up with the anchor. By the time I got the anchor clean enough to bring on board and the boat in gear it was 0605.

More little islands with houses on them.  It seems everyone in Ontario owns and island

More little islands with houses on them. It seems everyone in Ontario owns and island

We had 7.5 statute miles to wind through channels between the islands before we hit the open waters of Georgian Bay. When we made the bouy marking the off shore entrance to the channel we were in we made a heading directly across the northern portion of Georgian Bay for a run of 55 statute miles of open water. The wind was not bad at all but there was still residual wind waves from earlier and so we had very lumpy water to traverse for the first couple of hours. The water never did settle down completely but the last five hours of the run was not too uncomfortable and we enjoyed the passage recognizing that it could have been much worse.

Point Au Baril Lighthouse

Point Au Baril Lighthouse

Part of the 55 statue mile course across Georgian Bay.

Part of the 55 statue mile course across Georgian Bay. Taken when the boat was rolling so stability was non existant.

All along we kept checking our cell phone to see if we had functional bars in which to make a call and arrange moorage for the night. We knew that there were going to be several activities this weekend in Killarney and that the marinas (of which there are four) were booked up solid. It also looked like nearby anchorages were going to be full with only Mediterranean ties available. Still, we needed to try as I was looking for an outboard mechanic to look at the Tohatsu and was hoping to find one in Killarney. We could not get a functional signal all the way across until we were within about 10 miles of Killarney.

Vicki tried all four marinas and they were all booked solid. She was chagrined as she likes to know where we are going to spend the night. It looked like moorage was going to have to be figured out when we arrived.

We entered the channel that was Killarney. This small town is on both sides but there are no bridges so pontoon boats are used to ferry people back and forth. When we came abreast of the first marina, Killarney Mountain Lodge, I pulled up near the floats, opened the window, and called out to the guy standing on the end of the float and looking as if he was a marina employee. “Do you have a spot to moor for the night”. He responded “We have one spot but you will have to be off by 11:00 AM as it is booked after that. Before I could respond, Vicki called out “We’ll take it!” I chortle and tell her I expected I’d find a spot all along. Her response is “Yeah, right!”

What a nice resort. Every thing a transcient boater would want either at the lodge or in the small town. The lodge even includes a swimming pool, restaurant, bar, etc. We walked into town and made reservations at Herbert’s Fishery as we had been told by locals that eating there was a must. It turns out it is a fast food place that serves only fresh fish and chips and they don’t take reservations. We returned to the boat for afternoon respite and then hiked back into town at 0830 for our meal. I guess “great food” is in the mind of the individual as we found the fish, large quantity though there was, to be dry and taste somewhat like cardboard. Along the way we ran into a guy who had set up a sound system in his yard and had sound tracks for all the most popular country western songs. He was just sitting out there, spinning the music and singing with a mic for all to hear. It turns out he was quite good and people stopped to listen, sat on his lawn, brought lawn chairs and he was local, volunteer entertainment.

Fish that tantilizes a different sense of taste than ours.

Fish that tantilizes a different sense of taste than ours.

We took the pontoon boat across the channel to visit Al and Kaye aboard “Knot Home” and then back to Sea To See.

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