WhimSea's Log

We awoke to sun and glassy water. The plan was to head to Rossport for the night. We would gas up, pump out, water up and get good long showers in. Bonnie's book says Rossport is the place to stop along the north shore and the Richardsons map said they offer showers and laundry facilities.

Motored out of the Slates we saw some great rock formations as well as some excellent photos of wildlife.

Once we existed the slates, the fog came in. That damned fog stayed with us the whole way across and into the entrance of the islands. Since we had to motor anyway, we had breakfast along the way, Troy's famous orange crusted french toast. It tasted awesome!

After we passed Breadrock, though we didn't actually see it with the fog, it began to lift and revealed beautiful islands. Greens bluffs and high hills. The only things marring the beauty were antennas and towers.

Rossport was a pretty small town. They no longer offered laundry or shower facilities and the bathrooms had become biffys. Oh well, we could still get a shower in on WhimSea (and of course, we all did) with the awning up, the cockpit was pretty cool with the wind coming off the lake, though the sun was pretty darn bright and powerful.

We had dinner on the dock's picnic table with a linen table cloth, napkins and a lantern in the middle. Buffalo steak, potatoes and salad made it a wonderful feast.