We set out from Cove Island to Club Island mid-morning on Thursday. The wind was forecasted to be light, and for once they were right. Darn near no wind at all.
Just as we were leaving, the Chi-Cheemaun also decided to depart… on a collision course. We decided he had the right of way and waited a mile off while he crossed our bow.
Chi-Cheemaun departs
Chi-Cheemaun crosses our bow
The rest of the trip to Club Island was uneventful. It was a straight-line run on autopilot and I don’t think we saw another vessel enroute. Just us, the water and the sky. We read and napped for 5 hours while the boat steered herself and chugged away quite happily.
On watch? What's there to see?? Rossi's sleeping at the helm, while I re-read one of my favourites.
Rossi continually finds new places to sleep... this time, it was on me while I read.
We eventually made it to Club Island… a deserted island in the northern end of Georgian Bay.