Windy Wetty Coldy

Mr. Wind (Warning: Not as innocent as pictured) (Also, wind doesn`t actually come from clouds.)

Well, to be sure, it's not what we would be expecting, this cold, windy snap in the middle of August. Last weekend we were at anchor at Armer Bay enjoying sunny calm days of swimming and fishing and the like in temperatures around the 27 degree mark. This week, it's as if somebody tripped a switch. Or a breaker went on the electric panel of the local universe. In fact I am writing this right now down in the comfort of the stateroom because it is too cold to sit on the bridge in the late afternoon as we had planned. To be sure, the sun has come out at last but the temperature is still low and the wind is whistling around 20 km/hr. Hard to find anywhere on the boat that isn’t affected by it except inside.

Mister Huxley enjoying the view of Armer Bay

All week the temperatures have hovered around the 16 degree mark (occasionally dipping as low as 11 or 12) and it has rained pretty much consistently throughout those days. We have killed time (because we can’t leave the port) diddling about inside and cooking food. Brooke did lots of sewing on our door bug-screen. Perhaps one upside of the time spent is the plateful of homemade chocolate chip cookies that found their way on to the chart box.

All that's left of the homemade cookie pile

We had planned to go up to the anchorage at Elizabeth Island to visit with the Kehm’s today and tomorrow but the wind prohibits it. And tomorrow promises more rain and 30 km/hr. winds, so no-go then either.

Another good thing that came out of the non-boating time was the opportunity to take a drive up to Britt, Ontario to finalize arrangements with the Wright Marine people to haul us out for the winter. It is about 52 nautical miles from here and we will probably spend the last two weeks of September heading up to Byng Inlet wherein Britt lies. 

Wright's Marina, Britt

In a couple of days I head back to the city to record some animation and then again a week later. The drive, although 2.5 hrs. long, is becoming a bit more reasonable with practice. But, let’s face it; I’d rather not have to go at all. Hopefully, by the time I have returned, the weather will have turned and we can get back down to the Massassauga area to explore those bays that we haven’t been able to get to this year.

Did my first and only fishing of the summer last week at Armer… Caught a couple of bass. Now what to do with the remaining 20 imprisoned worms? I suspect they may be released on their own cognizance soon. Then they can return, via the underground railroad I suspect, to their homes and families. Joyous re-unions amid the wormy tears and hugs are the picture I shall carry with me in my mind as I pour them all out onto the grass at the end of the dock. Hopefully the gulls won’t have other ideas.

Feeding the fish