The night at anchor in Severn Falls was relatively peaceful. However, it was Friday night and the boat traffic was rather heavy. Even into the night. It didn’t bother me much, as the rocking of the wakes against the hull lulled
Our Undoing
Port Severn, ON to Severn Falls, ON
Well, today’s the day. Where we find out what we’re made of as navigators and boat handlers. Last night after dinner, my dad and I sat down at the chart plotter and attempted to preview what today had in store.
Midland, ON to Port Severn, ON
Whew! It has been a busy past few days. Our time in Midland has seemed like a blur; as we had a laundry list of items to complete on the boat to prep it for entering the Trent-Severn Waterway. I
THINK, SHOULD, PROBABLY
I have been conditioned to despise these three words. THINK, SHOULD, PROBABLY. Why you ask !! Well, sailing, primarily the navigation and docking part of it, requires a high degree of attention to detail. Not at the level of a
Astraphobia
OK. It’s time I started contributing to the blog. My son has done an excellent job of describing our day to day travel and related experiences. My entries will be simple and short, day to day (most of the time),
Penetang Harbour, ON to Midland, ON
Unable to get off the dock on Sunday afternoon. We were forced to stay the night. The winds didn’t really relent until the early morning hours. So, we didn’t have much of a choice. In order to avoid having to
Thunder Beach, ON to Penetang Harbour, ON
Being ahead of schedule, we decided to spend another day in the beautiful Thunder Beach. It was a lazy day, but it was warm and sunny out. The gentleman with the large estate right off our anchorage even came out
Parry Sound, ON to Thunder Beach, ON
We awoke to a beautiful, dewey morning. After coffee I set to the task of giving the boat a good dowsing and subsequent drying. With the boat shiny and clean again, we made the decision to not stay another day
Britt, ON to Parry Sound, ON
Our departure from Britt went worlds better than our arrival. Although, I was still marginally anxious despite the 30ft deep channel. Nevertheless, we escaped the channel with no incident and began the rather extended trek out into Georgian Bay. For,
Beaverstone Bay, ON to Britt, ON
Where oh where to begin? Today was a rough day. A very rough day. Fraught with cold rain, boisterous winds, high waves, hard currents, and most of all, extreme anxiety. We had been laid up in Beaverstone Bay due to