Time to get updating! The Turnbulls
Yes, I have been more than somewhat lax in updating the blog. There are a few contributing factors…lack of internet service, leaving the north…I HATE leaving the north, plain and simple. I get grouchy, irritable and besides being my normal self as mentioned at the start of this sentence, downright miserable. There is something about leaving friends and family, fresh, clean air, water where you can see the bottom 20 feet down, beautiful scenery, quiet, sunrises and sunsets…I could go on and on, but….and going back to , ahem…Windsor. Flatland, brown water, noise, light pollution, and hot! It’s really hot and humid here today, the outside thermometer in the car was floating between 34 and 37 celcius, not to mention the humidity. (italicized comments by Beth – Yup the north is pretty and has wonderful friendly people but for some of us the flatland and the lovely people here, are home and it has it’s own charms – honest)
So…where did I leave off? Hmmm, the good ol’ Blind River pickin’ and a grinnin’ session. Off to the Turnbulls….but no eagle’s nests, they had blown down some years ago according to our friends Bill and Lynne. Crap…there goes that idea. When we purchased Kewalo, there was a Garmin chartplotter left to us…it showed us the way into the Turnbulls…it could be quite intimidating without either electronic or paper charts. We ducked in behind Clara island, and found a nice beach, a fully equipped one at that. There was a picnic table and fire pit on the beach! Good ol’ northern hospitality. We dropped the hook between a small island and the shore of a larger unnamed island, and settled in.
The anchorage began to fill up….the Great Lakes Cruising Club were holding their Wilderness Adventure here….trawlers, large sailboats, small sailboats…..and pretty much a full house. Right friendly bunch, invited us to their functions and made us feel welcome.
Then….the winds came up late in the day out of the north. I had almost all 50 feet of chain out in 6 feet of water…and the winds kept creeping up harder…and harder. I was worried about the anchor dragging…and it was. At about midnight I noticed that we were closer to the shore of the larger island. We were hobbyhorsing enough due to the winds that the chain was not holding in the chain stopper….I tried lashing it down….suffice it make a long story short…no sleep for me that night, I eventually put out our other anchor to help hold us in place. (I woke up and went topside to make sure he didn’t fall off every time he went out on the bow) Not a fun night. We have since purchased an anchor snubber to help with the hobbyhorsing and anchor holding.
There were 16 other boats in the harbour later that day, a couple of other Bayfields, a Gozzard and other nice boats.