On our way Georgian Bay

On our way Georgian Bay

July 28, 2019 Sunday Indian Harbour, Georgian Bay, ON to Snug Harbor, Georgian Bay, ON  47.2 nautical miles.

45°22’39.8″N 80°18’36.9″W
45.377722, -80.310241
Elevation: 577 ft

Along the Way

Cold grey morning. Again we zig zagged our way through channel markers in a serious rock avoidance course. We rocked out to Canadian band Tragically Hip.

We continue to be amazed a how many cottages/homes and how much boat traffic there is in these remote areas. (skipped these pictures today 🙂

Here comes the sun! Definitely prettier with the sun.

Parry Sound. I want to come back here.

Mary was tired of hearing Dale gripe about not being able to find a real bait store. Canadian Tire is NOT a bait store. After gorging ourselves with gourmet quiches, potato pancakes, salads, fresh fruit and MORE at the Country Gourmet Sunday brunch we went in search of a real bait store.

We didn’t get too far before we were stopped dead with the delicious smell of jerk chicken and pork at Fort Knox Island Grill. We were too full to eat again but Mary would go any further unless we bought some jerk for supper before we returned to the boat.

Dale stopped to ask Mike if he knew where there was a bait shop. Mike has a great little shop in one of the bays in the car wash he owns. Mike knew of a bait store a little ways up the road that a friend of his owned. He gave us a ride. All I can say is Thank you and Canada Nice!

Back the boat then on our way.

This whole area is one big hunk of rock. The Canadian Shield at its finest.


The local police rafted with three of our neighbors before the forth could get rafted. I suspect someone from one of the cottages complained. (They were pretty loud and zinging around with the wave runners.)

Good Night

Mary’s instructions were to drive the dingy anywhere she wanted to go as long as it was in the direction Dale wanted. Um, OK?

Dale’s new lure cost more than a single buffet brunch at the Country Gourmet. The lure worked! He probably caught his money’s worth of fish tonight. Below are pictures of the two largest bass. Purple works.

Dale’s done griping. He’s smiling now.


The Canadian Shield is composed of igneous rock resulting from its long volcanic history and covered by a thin layer of soil. With a deep, common, joined bedrock region in eastern and central Canada, it stretches north from the Great Lakes to the Arctic Ocean, covering over half of Canada; it also extends south into the northern reaches of the United States.

Nauti Words

Gripe: complain, complain, complain. An act of grasping something tightly(archaic)
Origin: Lashings securing a boat in its place on deck or in davits. Vessel tending to come up into the wind in spite of the helm.

Drolleries and Yuks

What did the Tin Man say when he got run over by a steamroller?
      “Curses! Foil again!”

Poet Laureate

This is a special contribution from Vienna J

Liar! Liar! Pants on fire!
Show your bum to Canadian Tire.

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