Killarney to Britt

After the rally, we went back to Killarney for a "pump out" and to replenish stores. Stayed overnight at the Sportsman's Inn where the dockmaster likes to see me sweat getting in and out of an inner slip that ain't meant for us big guys. Somehow, he manages to give me confidence to motor between two big/expensive boats, do a ninety degree turn in less than forty feet, and then back into the slip -- the exit was just as exciting as now there was a boat in front of me, cutting the turning radius to less than thirty feet. Since I am writing this, and not in Canadian jail, then we must have made it.

Leaving Killarney, we entered the Georgian Bay via the Collins Inlet. We stopped along the way at Mill Lake, a nice size lake between the two ends of the gorge that makes up the Inlet. Had a good anchorage between several little islands. Then we went out to Beaverstone Bay -- the winds had picked up considerably -- so we sought a very sheltered anchorage behind Nobles Island. Probably had winds in the mid twenties which would have produced big waves in the open waters of the Georgian Bay (which was the next destination)

Then we crossed the next day to the Bustards -- open water cruising with the winds behind us, so it really was a comfortable ride if a little hard to keep a steady course with the following seas. The Bustards were empty when we arrived, so we picked a prime anchorage and went blue berry picking and exploring. More boats came in later, but we were never crowded. We had two beautiful days.

Yesterday, we did the fun trip between the Bustards and Britt. There are two "challenging" passages -- and then there are the "fun" trips trying to determine which green or red mark comes first. Got thru both Rogers Gut and Cunninghams Channel without touching -- a remarkable feat considering the latter hasn't any marks to note the most narrow and shallowest points. Then a run to Bing Inlet, and to a marina in Britt.

Yesterday ended with high winds. Today started with some very significant thunderstorms, but they seem to be gone for now. Tomorrow, weather permitting we head to Hopewell Bay where I'm curious to see if the stone dog Charlee and I built last year survived the winter and the people.