Wednesday, July 22
It’s noon and we are very glad to be here. We left around 6:30 this morning to cross the Georgian Bay “on the outside” before the winds pick up this afternoon, but it was a very choppy crossing with swells up to 5 feet. It’s still windy here in this anchorage, but the anchor is dug-in well and we are set for the rest of the day.
From where I sit on our boat, the waves seem to have three layers - the big rolling swells underneath, the crests that rise up to make the whitecaps, and tiny wavelets on top that add texture to the surface of the sea. When the swell and the crest coincide, they collide on the boat and burst over the top.
It is surprising how many summer cottages and people there are up here. We expected it to be more isolated, but every anchorage has at least one or two boats in it and every island (there are 30,000) has a tiny house on it. Some of them raise the question, "What were you thinking?” when you put your house here? Some of the houses are built on isolated, windswept boulders with just a few scraggly pines leaning heavily away from the prevailing wind. No way.
The days up here don’t get any shorter, even though in Connecticut we passed the longest day a month ago. Daybreak is around 4:30 and darkness is around 9:30. Perhaps our northerly course is keeping up with the sun’s course, but I cannot figure this out.
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