WhimSea's Log

Friday morning and we were up early for showers and the last bit of offloading before sending the boys off to find an Ontario fishing license for Troy and I. It took them a surprisingly long time, but they did eventually come back with a license.

Looking out towards Thunder Bay, it looked like we would have very little wind or waves to contend with and the dinghy races going on inside the break wall seemed to confirm our thoughts. We decided to shove off thinking we would have breakfast along the way.

Boy were we surprised when we got outside the protection of the break wall. There was quite a bit of wind and good sized waves as well. We pulled out only 100% of the jeny and made our way to towards the Giant. We would need to round a buoy marking a shoal, clear the giant and a couple of other islands before we could turn to port and take the waves more off of our quarter. Unfortunately, Bob (our autohelm) decided to quit on the way across the bay so the boys took turns steering. The wind and waves were pretty taxing so we pulled out the charts and tried to decide if we would continue on to the Slates, or find a place to anchor for the night. With this much wind and no autohelm, we decided to anchor.

Moss Island looked like our best bet. Troy had scoped it out on the charts as a pretty decent halfway point to the Slates. It looked like a snug anchorage with protection from most directions. We headed in and found out that Bonnie's book was right on, though having Dave on the bow on the way past the shoal into the anchorage was good too.

The anchorage was pretty amazing, fully protected from all wind and very secluded.

There's a fishing station on Moss Island that was being used by a couple or three guys, who were enjoying the day. After we anchored and got settled, they motored over to say hello and gave us some other places we might try anchoring in the area.

We had dinner and enjoyed the evening, heading up on deck before bed to enjoy the stars. Where we found a seagull sitting on the gunnel of the dinghy! Mike must have followed us!

No moon yet, so the stars were all out. We all head to bed, planning to make an early start of it the next day.