Beautiful! Absolutely awesome. No wonder the Group of 7 came up this way to paint.
We dropped anchor on the north side of the inlet, Tina and her sister Monica were pretty much in the center. Dirk and Fran on Sea Gypsy tied up with Tina, and Jamie on Odyssey went past us, and tucked in to a very protected area sheltered behind a rock outcropping. This area was so nice, that all four of us rafted up in the protected lee of the rock….party time!
Beth and I toured around a bit in the dink….and what a dink she is. 15 two stroke Yamaha horsepower on a 10′ rubber dink with a hard bottom, this thing flies! And speaking of flies….after dinner that night when we had a campfire on shore….we got to meet the flies. Mosquitos…..pronounced “moss qui twos”….they ended up driving us back onto the boat shortly after dusk. When we got back to Kewalo from shore, it was like the bug screens on the enclosure were alive! Thank goodness for “OFF” products…they saved our skin! One off lantern in the cockpit, and a personal off belt repellant in the cabin did the job. The moss qui twos were unreal….don’t remember ever having experienced them that bad.
We stayed a couple of days in Fox Inlet…and then it was time to wander off, we were heading back to Blind River so that we could head back to Windsor and fly down to Pensacola to survey Kealli, a Stevens 47 that we had an accepted offer on. My son Marty had graciously agreed to drive us home, wait for us, and then drive us back up north. Great kid.
Leaving Fox inlet we had agreed to meet Tina and Monica somewhere west of Spanish. They had left earlier to go into Spanish for a pump out, refill their water tanks and resupply the galley…..and of course the obligatory side trip to the LCBO. For our foreign friends, the LCBO is a government regulated store that sells liquor, wine and some beer. Kewalo, Sea Gypsy and Odyssey headed west. Some great shots were taken as we all went through Little Detroit, and it was then I spotted a picnic table on a small beach across the bay a few miles away. Off we went, and we all anchored in that little bay. We had a great shore dinner with Dirk and Fran, while the rest of the gang ate on Odyssey. We had a nice campfire, and called it a night.
Next morning, Beth and I were up bright and early for the trip back to Blind River, and with Dirk and Fran’s assistance, were able to unwind our anchor chain from a deadhead about 30′ long. Thank goodness they were there to help.
We had a great motor sail back to Blind River, Beth got some great shots of a bald eagle, and we arrived in Blind River in time to have dinner at the 17 restaurant, located right on the corner of main street and highway 17 downtown. Don’t be misled by “downtown”, Blind River is very small now, but was once a very large town back in the booming lumber days. You can search that on the internet thanks to mom google.
Early the next morning, Marty picked us up and away we went, heading southwest to Windsor.