Just narrative of the week's activities

The past week has been one of ups and downs. Left Little Current on Monday to join friends already tucked into Sturgeon Cove – one of those many North Channel spots that requires knowledge, good nerves, and a friend to pilot you in. Only 8 miles from Little Current and a life time away. Even the trip up the Wabano Channel heading due north out of Little Current is spectacular as the mountains of the La Cloche range line the north shore.
Jerry from JC and Martin from Queen’s Ransom came out to serve as pilots and to re-assure me that I wasn’t going to put Sonador on the rocks. Joined with two other boats – Nadura and Blue Loon – as part of JC’s scouting party. Great anchorage, good sandy beaches – one at each end of the Cove. Chessie and I went ashore and enjoyed a sunny afternoon. Later in the afternoon, Class Act came into the harbor – I know Mel and Sue from the GLCC Wilderness Rallies – so JC hosted a full house for cocktail hour as the day began to close. Only a bond fire on shore would complete the picture – so that’s what the guys built.
Zebra mussels are the meanest little critters – and I found one as I was getting ready to leave the bond fire around 10 p.m. – found it with my left ring finger which was sliced open across the finger – YETCH. Back at Sonador – with crew members from the other boats helping – Lindy from Queens Ransom dressed the wound (she is a wound specialist, so talk about good luck) and I went to bed knowing that another trip to another emergency room was in order the next morning.
Jerry and Cheryl came with me – and the guys at the Little Current Town Docks were fabulous as they helped us in and then drove Cheryl and I to the hospital. Into the emergency room, cleaning, numbing (which really hurt as much as the cut itself) and six stitches later – the doctor was most understanding of boaters and their habits, so orders were just not to swim until the stitches are taken out next week. Then back to Sonador and to Sturgeon Cove.
Forgot to mention that Queens Ransom was leading us out of Sturgeon when he HIT one of the rocks – throw Sonador in reverse quick and puzzle the best course of action. QR managed to get of the rock, without real damage except to egos, and we followed them the rest of the way out. According to my GPS route, they were way off course – but that just goes to show how local knowledge and frequent experience doesn’t assure a thing.
So we’ve spent the rest of the week in Sturgeon – playing on the beaches, wading (remember no swimming for me), and getting together in the evenings for cocktails and comraderie. Last night we went ashore to see the meteor showers and enjoyed a few sightings before clouds came in around 11 – back to the boats and here it is another day.
Now in Gore Bay -- at a marina where we are protected from high winds on the Channel -- and will be here for a couple more days waiting for good weather. So, I have access to cell (maybe) and to internet (actually a hard line connection).