Beaverstone Bay

I'll start with narrative, and then try to add pictures. We left here on Tuesday morning as planned -- headed back out into the Georgian Bay, but instead of taking the "outside" route decided to transit the Collins Inlet. This is a 12 mile cut thru the mountains -- made by mom nature -- with glorious pink granite walls, clear water, and spectacular views at each turn.

Ended up the last duckling in a line of boats going to the Wilderness Rally -- fine by me as the exit from Collins into Beaverstone is known to silt up and the sailboats ahead of me were deeper draft than Sonador. Of course, I didn't count on a large power boat cutting into the line ahead of me and churning up the bottom for about 100 feet -- I draw 4'9", my depth sounder was reading 4'11" -- who says boating is all about parties!

Anyway, we made it to the anchorage, dropped anchor and prepared ourselves for three days of adult camp. First night, cocktails on shore everyone bring food to share and their own preferred beverage. That night was rough in the anchorage as the winds really picked up and continued into the next day -- cancelling all sorts of planned outings in dinghies. Several boats dragged anchor making for even more fun times. Finally, the day's evening activities were cancelled as no one (including yours truely) wanted to leave their boat in case things went haywire. Next morning, bright and clear and less wind -- so we took off in my dinghy to circumnavigate the little island we were anchored behind -- about a two hour ride. By the time we turned back into the water where Sonador was anchored the wind was picking up again so we were pretty wet when we got back to the boat for a late lunch. There were dinghy races, but we didn't participate 'cause you had to row part of the race and I just didn't feel like the effort. Evening brought a huge camp fire on shore, hotdogs from Chicago, and every boat bringing their favorite dish to share. This was followed by a fun sing along with the 1960's songs changed for the boating crowd.

Today we awoke to downright brisk weather and clear sky -- so we raised anchor and came back to Killarney for more "fish and chips" and an evening with civilized showers and the ability to do laundry.

Tomorrow, weather permitting we take off for McGregor Bay where the wilderness rally was held last year. I left "cookies" on my way out last year, so with the miracle of GPS and chartplotters and a little good will from Neptune, we should be able to get back into this area where there are no nautical marks and lots of "lovely rocks." Another several days without cell or email -- should be back on line by Tuesday next.