On The Road
again, heading west from Manitoulin to Madeline—for the Great Lakes Islands conference.
Photo by Sue
Down vest under jacket...cold.
Salmon Run
The fish are coming up the Kagawong River
But are struggling with low flow. Last night’ rain, which continued until noon, though not heavy, might help some.
Hauled and Washed
Windrider pulled and power-washed. All watercraft now high and dry and safe and sound.
Each day another small step towards shutdown.
ALSO today the Serendipity Thanksgiving celebration. Prom rib with Yorkshire pudding, green bean casserole, and pumpkin pie.
Perfect Fall Day
Cool, breezy, with just the occasional cloud.
Photo by Sue
Off-roading with Murray. We did the upper Serendipity loop. Made it with only one stop due to big downed balsam. Pulling in tandem we were able to shift it just far enough aside to pass through.
Jet ski tucked away in the lean-to.
Highly Humid...
...after last night’s early morning rain. Concrete entry porch pretty much a puddle. But good for growing grass. In spite of recent little rains the river is just a pale vestige of its spring self.
Saw one salmon trying to get up river but not making it
Lake Kagawong shoreline folks are ticked at Billings Twp. for letting the local hydro company drain down more than their allotted share. Can’t say as I blame ‘em.
Mostly cloudy but with occasional bursts of sunshine.
Insistent Wind
All last night, all day today. Veering slightly east from yesterday. Warmer with a bit o sun.
We are a somewhat saturated with the sound of surf.
Heliotrope hauled and partially prepped for winter, but too windy to unfurl and strike the job.
Epic Sail
A wild end to the season. Since Mark wanted to sail with us, we scheduled the trip to Gore Bay for today, Sunday. The long-range forecast seemed okay. But when we left the dock at 10:30 conditions were kinda bad and getting worse.
On the way out of Mudge Bay, while we were reefing the main, the snap shackle holding the main sheet to the traveler broke, letting the boom swing free. That was not good. So we dropped the sail and scrounged a replacement shackle. Once that was fixed we went to re-raise the reefed main only to have the halyard shackle come free of the headboard and swing around the backstay. That of course required turning around and heading down wind, digging out the boathook, and then performing some aerobatic snagging-type gyrations.
The idea of turning back flashed by all of us at that point—but with the main finally sheeted in hard and a scrap of jib rolled out, we carried on, beating into gusts of gale force wind, and ever increasing seas.
By pinching up in the gusts we were able to keep windward enough to make the green turning buoy at the start of the Clapperton channel. At that point is was: roll in the jib, drop the main, hoist the mizzen, turn down wind, roll out a slightly bigger scrap of jib—and then…take off!
Seven and a half knots occasionally, and once out in the big water, seas of perhaps 5 feet, on the quarter, with Heliotrope doing some steep rolling. Mark tossed a ginger cookie, but otherwise we were all fine, except for the cold. We were shivering and shaking by the time Gore Bay hove into view, where John and Mary Ellen came to pick us up in car with a heater.
Once back in Kagawong, at the marina, as we were picking up our car, The Geisers pulled up, and all of us, of course, started talking about the crazy weather. That’s when George said, “And if you can believe it, this morning we saw some idiots out in the bay in a sailboat.”
Wonder who that could have been.
Photo by Mary Ellen
And, finally.
Calm and Crystal Clear
Chilly, but ever so peaceful after yesterday’s roaring wind. Air so pure the LaCloche mountains, on the far side of the North Channel, seem right next door.
Kagawong rowing team
Both boats survived last night’s fury, but the remaining section of the pier got washed over to Lacy’s Landing.
90 Kilometers...
...per as the Environment Canada special weather statement says. That’s a lot of wind.
Stepped outside this morning, after a night of rain, into a sauna. But then the wind started to kick up, slowly building and slowly clocking around the compass from east to south to west.l Just back from ckecking the boats at the marina, and what a wild a crazy scene with spray flying, the docks pitching, and the boats bucking and rolling.
Power out several times today.
Below, a followup on yesterday’s blog comment on Sue’s plum cake.
Ready for the oven
Out of the oven
Ready to eat
Internet intermittent, so that’s all for today.
Gray...
day. Darkish, with clouds, fog, mist, and rain. Good for interior kinds of things.
Such as Sue’s plum cake. These lovely little plums are in season for only a short while, but when they are...let us eat cake!
Pumped...
...then down and dirty. Septic tank pumped for the first time since installation, and, as it turns out, rather in need of it. Then a load of topsoil, 6 cubic yards (minimum order).
Almost done shoveling and ready for seed. The sunken hollows filled, and possibly enough soil to support grass and not just weeds.
Lovely cool weather. Morning wind fading to evening calm.
A Change In The Weather
Yesterday’s big south wind gave way in the night to a blow from the north.
Bedroom fan replaced about 3am with a blanket. Down to the marina before breakfast to check that the boat was riding okay.
Remains of the sandbox relegated to the dump burn pile.
Fast
Powerful south wind today so some high speeds attained on the Windrider.
This well after Irene’s morning departure for home. (And what a quick week it was.)
And then, with the season winding down, the sandbox under deconstruction. Septic pump out happening Wednesday, and following that, a new sandbox, like the Phoenix, will arise from the remnants.
Stub
Not much left of the pier.
And a little Windriding in no wind.
Musicale
And potluck extravaganza.
Shorter Days, Shorter Pier
Drawing down this particularly fine year.
And here is a video shot by Mimi, of about 35 young mergansers learning how to dive for food.
May The Best of Your Todays Be The Worst of Your Tomorrows
Musical practice for Saturday’s extravaganza.
Among a few other things.
Beautiful Day For a Sail
And dinner.
Tonight roasted chicken with rosemary here. Last night Sartu di riso at Pinebox.
Nothing but haute cuisine around here.
Feeling Fallish
Clear and cool, with wollybears
And the quiet has returned—just jays, nuthatches, crickets in the grass and a breeze in the treetops.
The marina closed, only one car at the coffeeshop and two at the falls.
The Longest Drive Ever
Seemingly endless, but we did eventually arrive and were treated to a tasty light repast at Pinebox.
Did I mention the soup?
