| Pre-amble:
To Uncle Al, 1997 seemed like a good
time to sample extended cruising for a second time. His first such experience,
25 years before, had ended with him and the then Registrar of York University,
Milt Bider, on the last night of the Cruise, buying up (at exorbitant rates),
all the aerosol cans they could find among the rest of the dozen or so
members of Don Davis’s 1972 Georgian Bay Cruise. Cackling with glee, Al
and Milt chucked the cans into our bonfire before rushing to hide behind
an old mattress that had been mysteriously abandoned on the beach at Franklin
Island while we waited for the exciting explosion that was sure to follow.
To say that some of us were going stir- crazy would be accurate.
But it was an older, more mellow Uncle
Al that would give cruising another try in ‘97. No following ignorantly
and obediently behind those who had actually brought charts! If all else
failed, Al fully intended to cruise solo. But then, our Cruising Secretary,
Tim France, let it be known that he would be organizing a Cruise in Georgian
Bay, somewhere north of Killbear Park in late July or early August. And
at our Annual General Meeting in January, the final piece of the puzzle
fell into place when Doug Gilchrist not only offered to come along but
to have us sail Whirlwind (W7222) which was already fairly cruise-equipped
from Doug’s previous cruising adventures with his wife, Anne.
As the winter drew to a close, many of
the potential participants gathered chez Tim and Rosemary France in Guelph
over some delicious munchies as we more or less finalized plans for a week’s
cruise, Tuesday 5 August to Tuesday 12 August. We would launch at Killarney,
take three days to reach the Benjamin Islands via the town of Little Current,
spend a couple of days in the Benjamins and then dawdle back home via McGregor
Bay where Al wanted to re-visit Wilma Starke and some other sailing friends
whom he hadn’t seen since 1985!
Late in June, Tim sent out a finalized
list of participants which indicated five boats: four Wayfarers and one
CL 16. Having decided to join the cruise from his wife, Julia’s parents’
cottage near Huntsville, and having prevailed upon Doug to pick him up
there, Al (and Doug) were sadly unable to join in a Monday evening bash
at Tim and Rosemary’s where the rest of the group gathered for a warm-up
BBQ. Instead, Doug, Tim, his wife, Rosemary, and Al had met at the Fifth
Wheel Truck Diner in Milton so that the rookies could do a final pre-cruise
check and get Tim to tell them if they were forgetting anything major.
Monday 4 August 1997
As planned, Doug arrived at the cottage
with Whirlwind in time to join us for dinner on yet another lovely,
warm summer evening. We decided to make it a relatively early night, as
Doug and Al were planning to leave by 0800 hours in hopes of reaching Killarney
before noon.
Tuesday 5 August 1997
A fresh, sunny morning as we took Hwy
11 north from Huntsville, stopping for a leisurely breakfast at
Jim
& Elsie’s Restaurant in Sundridge on our way to Trout Creek where
we headed west towards Hwy 69 for a scenic hour or so. Our brief stay on
Hwy 69 was extended by repeated construction delays - a factor which almost
proved costly when we found not a single gas station in the 100 or so km.
in to Killarney along Hwy 637. Doug figured we were running on fumes when
we spied Killarney Outfitters and its lone gas pump.
While we were stocking up on a few last-minute
necessities, the young lady behind the counter asked: “Is that an Albacore?”
Aghast, we corrected her misconception. “A Wayfarer?” she continued. “Have
you heard of Frank Dye?” We had. “Well, his boat’s right out back
here. We’re expecting him about the middle of the month.” So we rushed
around the back and sneaked a peak (below) while the goat and horse
on guard were having a coffee break.
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At Killarney’s launch ramp, Bill and Judy
Burton were already set to launch their CL. By the time we had paid
the $10 for our launch and haulout privileges, Don and Trudy Davis (below)
had
also appeared, ready to supervise our departure. The dean of Canadian Wayfarer
cruisers, Don was unable to join us for the actual cruise due to health
reasons. He must have been truly disappointed and we missed him.
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A couple of our crews demonstrated the need
to secure the centreboard in the full-up position before launching but
we ultimately extricated the offending CBs from their respective trailers
(see
photo below) and got everyone launched (except for Glenn Fox who had
been held up in Guelph but was expected any minute).
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As Tim had promised, we found the world’s
best Fish’n’Chips at Mr. Perch beside the launch ramp (see photo
below) - but no decent store in which to buy groceries or postcards.
So Doug and I resolved to stock up the next day in Little Current.
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By the time we had loaded Whirlwind
with all our gear, and gone for a little stroll around town, Glenn had
arrived. Soon, only the essential group picture stood between us and the
open “seas”. Below, from l to r are: David Sleightholm (UK) and
his U.S. sailing partner, the infamous Dick Harrington who were sailing
the lovely wooden Blue Mist, Tim France, Doug Gilchrist,
Al Schönborn, Glenn Fox (single-handing, but owner of one of two outboards
along on the cruise), Tim’s regular cruising crew, Alan Asselstine of Ottawa,
Don Davis (honorary chairman of our cruise), and Bill Burton and his wife,
Judy, owners of the other outboard and lone CL on the trip. (photo by
Trudy Davis)
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It was near supper time when we finally
ghosted out of Killarney, heading west on a light SE breeze. In the photos
below, we leave behind the launch area and Mr. Perch and Killarney’s
church (see photos below).
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It would be only a three-mile run north
to a small cove just east of Covered Portage Cove that Tim had chosen for
our first night’s stopover, but Dick and David were leaving nothing to
chance (see photo and chart below).
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... while the Burtons (below) were
obviously showing every confidence in Tim France’s ability to find our
destination...
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“Boyish enthusiasm”
is the phrase that springs to mind as we see Doug Gilchrist (above)
pilot W7222 out of the Killarney Channel towards our first destination.
And just to show that Uncle Al was not being just an idle passenger, he
alertly waited for Whirlwind to reach just that perfect spot where
Trudy Davis would look as though she was standing in the trash can while
loading a new film into her camera...
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In the picture below,
we see Tim and Alan leading the way towards our little nameless cove in
a perfect southerly breeze of about 6 knots.
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Experienced as they were, Tim and Alan chose
to anchor on the north side where they would be well placed to climb their
chosen hill to the NW. Al and Doug (below) picked the more scenic
southern peninsula which subsequently proved to be separated from the “mainland”
by impenetrable bush and swamp, and we would have had to paddle the boat
over to reach the others, had it not been for the kindness of Norm from
a motor cruiser also anchored with us.
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To freshen up before the intended hill climb,
Uncle Al had a quick dip and wash in the lovely and clear but chilly (<15ºC)
water. A braver Doug had an actual swim to go with his wash - and even
went for a second dip when his sprained ankle caused him to sit down and
wash his only towel before he could use it to dry himself. While Doug and
his weak ankle stayed behind on our point with Bill and Judy, Al decided
to join the climb.
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Norm gave Al a ride in his rubber duck but
it was mostly for nought. Al and his Birkenstocks only made it up the first
little hill (see photo above with the sneaky peek at W7222)
before
he quit and joined Doug (below), Bill and Judy for a sunset nip
of scotch on a our little “hill” before we retired to our boom tent and
a couple of hours of DXing on the radio where we found New Zealand among
other things.
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