Row Before Rain…
…then…
…time spent listening to rain on the roof, rain on the trees, rain on the bay, rain on the rocks. Quite a nice rain, enjoyed by flora, fauna, and me.
…then…
…time spent listening to rain on the roof, rain on the trees, rain on the bay, rain on the rocks. Quite a nice rain, enjoyed by flora, fauna, and me.
…set up, launched, and taken on a shakedown sail. Mission accomplished, but it’s always a bit more fiddle-faddle than we anticipate. Next time we will have the protocol memorized.
…pulling boat, dinghies, kayaks. Quite a bit of water, but bailing is not that bad—not like shoveling gravel or washing walls.
And, the water level seems to be up, though certainly not enough precipitation to cause that.
Trip to the dump today, and earlier, victory in the battle with the VPN (I had to give up on tech support and figure it out for myself).
Cloudy most of the day, but bright blue by cocktail time. No smoke.
First real rain in a long time. Light to moderate but all day, and supposedly helping extinguish the wildfires. Also departure day—the Minocqua crew on the way home after a wonderful week.
…very light now, but more forecast. Ab and kids hiked to the top of Cup and Saucer.
Local resident
Lunch, pickup volleyball for kids, a passing rain shower.
And, some team wood splitting.
…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
…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.
Clearer air, quite a lot of water in the river.
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)
…though rain badly needed. (Photos mostly by Abby)
Let the wild rumpus start.
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.
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.
…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.
…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
…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.
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
Boat ready to launch. For me even a little kayaking. Bob over for Burt Farm roast beef.
Sarsaparilla.
Finestem needle grass, maybe.
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.