Port Severn – Georgian Bay July 10-July 14
Our last day in Port Severn we did some laundry at the Severn Suds J (a name that struck us as quite amusing) and we also did some grocery shopping.
|Gary was starting to look a little scruffy so I|
gave him a #2 all over.
Man, oh man, I find the prices of things up here to be crazy high!! We wanted fruit and veggies but the quality was sad and the prices darn right outrageous.
It was pretty breezy and we wanted to get an early start the next morning, so we locked through and stayed on the bottom wall.
We were woken up around 0500 by Mexican fisherman, I kid you not! They were so loud (and did I mention Mexican?) that we figured, what the hell, and casted off. I was nervous to leave the safety of the Trent for the unfamiliar Georgian Bay with its rocks underwater biting at props and its winding channels and low water depth…
And sure enough, hardly 5 minutes into the trip we arrived at Potato Channel, so narrow and shallow one would almost think it unnavigable.
|Narrow Potato Channel not even 5 miles out |
of Port Severn where
many a boater has had the unfortunate luck of losing
a prop or even a shaft.
But we made it through and when we arrived at Frying Pan Bay we were sad to see it was chock a block full of anchored boats and we weren’t able to find a spot.
We checked our charts and without even realising it we became gunk-hollers. We found a gorgeous anchorage and dropped our anchor thinking that surely more boats will show up to share our little paradise with us, but none came, we ended up having a lovely piece of Georgian Bay all to ourselves. We spent two days swimming and laying around. We took the tender and went exploring of some large rocks in a nearby channel.
A short visit to Honey Harbour and we were we stocked up on a few more groceries and fish bait, cause so far the elusive Walleye( Pickerel) has evaded our lures and coaxing.
|Honey Harbour smart worms|
|Gorgeous Georgian Bay|
|Anchored at Tomahawk Island|
|Pizza cooked on the boat at anchor|
|Striking a pose on a rock in Georgian Bay|
We took some time and gave Time& Tide a good cleaning on the inside and outside.
We took off early and headed towards Frying Pan Island. For years now Gary has been telling me about Henry’s Fish Camp where he and Wayne spent a night 4 years ago when they brought Time & Tide home from Lake Huron.
|Carolyn, Susan , Pattie and Carol |
came for a visit
|Henry's Fish camp|
|A few props damaged by the rocks|
|Gary enjoying his Fish and Chips|
It was like having my own private pool. Off the swim platform there was 5 feet of water which shallowed to 2 feet. The water was crystal clear. It is so beautiful it is impossible to describe.
|Carol braved the cold water and went for a swim|
|Our Inukshuk, this one is a hockey player|
|Carol and me- proud of our little Inukshuk|
|Jimmie tied off behind Jumbo Island in crystal clear water|
At lunch time we got into our dingy and headed for Henrys and a nice fish and chip lunch. When we arrived we saw Sojourner, a Selina 36 with Susan and Carolyn, who we met in Frankfort. It was wonderful to see familiar faces. We also met Pattie and Carol, friends of theirs who are visiting from Florida. We invited them to come and visit us at the anchorage and to swim in the lovely water.
Carol and I swam to the shore and built an inukshuk (this one is a hockey player)
Knowing that there is bad weather and high winds on the way we couldn’t stay at the anchorage on Jumbo Island with a stern line tied to shore, so we packed up and headed north on the small craft channel.
As we were leaving the anchorage, Gary called out to me. He had noticed about 300 meters behind us a big black bear was swimming from one island to another. I was so awe struck I never even thought of taking a picture. We quietly waited for him to go ashore and as he walked out of the water we could see he was a big one. I kept saying WOW for about an hour!!
We passed through the dreaded Canoe Narrows without an incident and continued on to Hopewell Bay.
We had to close everything up and turn on the generator to be cool inside. The next morning we said to hell with it and left for Bayfield Inlet knowing that there would be safe harbour against the pending storm.
We were anchored behind Gibraltar Island for 3 day waiting for the bad weather to pass.
Before we anchored we thought it best to top up
with fuel so we went into Bayfield Inlet. The lady at the marina told us it was more
expensive as we go north so we ended up filling up and paying $1.79 for a liter
of diesel. Afterwards we found out that she fibbed as the fuel in Killarney is
|Sunset- Gibraltar Island - Bayfield Inlet|
The bad weather blew in and we had a rocky night on the hook but she held tight and we were very safe. I was scared at times, especially when the gusts of 70Kmp winds pushed us around. Things always seem worse in the dark.
The rain never materialised so it stay warm and muggy. The deer flies were terrible. After attempting to fight them off with bug juice and fly swatters, I almost became disheartened. They don’t seem to bite Gary at all but love to feast on me. The bites hurt like heck and the itchiness can drive one crazy. There is a magical 45 minutes at around 8:15 pm when the deer flies have left for the day and the mosquitos haven’t arrived yet. It is my favourite time of day! I don’t want to sound like I am complaining; I am living a dream but those beasty little biters sure make life miserable.
…to be continued