Providential

Lunch, pickup volleyball for kids, a passing rain shower.

And, some team wood splitting.

Wonderful Sail…

…out to Harbor Island. From little wind to burying the rail to a fine, fast reach to flat calm as we motored back into the marina. Lunch (well, snacks) at anchor in the lee of Harbor. Mimi and Bubba just along for the ride. (Photos by Mimi)

Photo by Will

Photo by Abby

Afternoon Cruise…

…around Gooseberry. Flat calm, smoky, cool, dry. On Gooseberry we spotted a log that looked for all the world like an eagle. Motionless. When we got really close it turned out to be a eagle, and took off. Big bird. So much for the log.

Lunch at Anchor Inn in Little Current.

Hike To The Falls

Clearer air, quite a lot of water in the river.

Smoke Gets In Your Eyes

Another fine, dry, cloudless day, except for the smoke, which is affecting, apparently, all the northeast. Brisk north wind, so particulate matter not extreme, and kids able to be fully active. (Photos by Abby)

Fun In The Sun…

…though rain badly needed. (Photos mostly by Abby)

They’re Here

Let the wild rumpus start.

Long Walk Off A Long Pier

The pier is in.

Haze in the photo is wildfire smoke. Mark and Lysanne did the heavy work. The kids were here too, and afterwards we all had a pizza party (but not before some rock stacking).

And below, native choke cherry, up the driveway near the Lane.

Could The Pattern Be Breaking?

Another day without clouds or wind. Hot, dry, and still. But this evening, a rustle in the treetops, and a distant rumble of thunder. Here’s hoping.

Meanwhile, the dinghy continued to exhibit its sinking problem, in spite of yesterday’s caulking of the problematic Elvstrom bailer.

So, the boat got motored over to the Pinebox beach where I planned to extract the bailer and glass over the hole. But then Sue suggested a trouble shooting algorithm—put sections of the boat back in the water and look for leaks. That we did, and found that, rather than the bailer, a hole caused by a missing rub strake bolt was the source of the leak.

That’s an easy fix.

Tree Frog In The Shower…

…and guess who jumped when it sounded off with its remarkably loud voice.

Star Flower

Buttercup

Another hot, dry, windless day. Fire ban in effect. Out on the flat calm bay long ribbons of crud composed mainly of pine pollen, midge residue, and cottonwood fluff. Black flies gone but mosquitoes ferocious. With this dryness we can expect them to swiftly give way to deer flies.

A Little Too Warm…

…since the water is still a little too cold (for swimming).

Somebody power washed the dock sections and boardwalk.

Here’s the updated land bird list:
Hairy woodpecker
Pileated woodpecker
Sandhill crane
Raven
Crow
Jay
Blackbird
Ovenbird
Great crested flycatcher
Northern parula
Northern flicker
Robin
Winter wren
Nuthatch
Barred owl
Whippoorwill
Blackburnian warbler
American redstart
Yellow-bellied sapsucker
Red-eyed vireo

The whippoorwill can drive a person crazy, and prevent sleep. But try a barred owl right outside the window at 2 a.m

Moved…

…from Gore Bay to Kagawong.

Departing Gore Bay

Motor sail all the way to and through the Clapperton Channel. But then, turning the green buoy at the top of Mudge Bay, a nice breeze of about 12 knots. On the nose, of course, but still a pleasant beat down the bay.

Too much sun, though, and rain is needed here.

Floating

Boat in. Engine running—fired up immediately. All systems go. Intense sun, and a little too warm.

“As for me, I am tormented with an everlasting itch for things remote. I love to sail forbidden seas, and land on barbarous coasts.”

Melville

Lazy Sunday

Boat ready to launch. For me even a little kayaking. Bob over for Burt Farm roast beef.

Sarsaparilla.

Finestem needle grass, maybe.

Gluttons For Punishment

The to-do list seems to grow faster than the finally-done list.

Somehow the dinghy got factored in.
Otherwise, clouds of midges are wafting about, and although they are mostly along the shoreline, the whine of the swarm can be heard all the way up at the cottage. They don’t bite but are not fun to breathe in large quantities.
Speaking of sound, as night descends here, when the wind drops and the water goes flat, absolute silence can settle in—and there are not that many places in the world where it is impossible to hear anything. Silence is one of the rare qualities of this place (although some neighbors seem to prefer fireworks). Last night was a quiet night—mostly—except for a whippoorwill who came online about ten P.M. Luckily, he was very far away so his rapid and insistent repetition wasn’t bothersome.

More Boatwork, But…

…tomorrow should wrap up this phase…and the old girl is looking pretty good.

Sunny and increasingly warm, and now feeling a bit of too much radiation.

Swarms of gnats now. This is a great place to be an insectivore.

Providence Bay

Morning chores, but after noon, fish and chips at the fish and chip shop in Prov., with Murray and Elaine.

Boatwork…

…and progress is being made.

Both dink repair and Heliotrope annual maintenance.

Above, local, native, self-established serviceberry. It’s nice to have such a fine shrub up by the garage.

Heliotrope Unwrapped…

…garden planted. Bugs bad in the garden but not on the boat.

Somewhat Annoying…

…were several jobs on today’s to-do list.

Re-installing the repaired Windrider floor required lots of bending, leaning, reaching, straining and twisting, along with a little swearing. Re-glassing the keel on the little dinghy proved to be awkward, messy, and—with all the bugs,—somewhat akin to giving blood. But, both jobs got done.

The bird list (land birds only), as of now, is as follows:
Hairy woodpecker
Pileated woodpecker
Sandhill crane
Raven
Crow
Jay
Blackbird
Ovenbird
Great crested flycatcher
Northern parula
Northern flicker
Robin
Winter wren
Nuthatch

Lots of little warbler type birds way up on the tree tops, but since the binos were forgotten, the ID remains uncertain (unless Merlin helps). The little wren is something else—LOUD, long, convoluted song, delivered tirelessly.