Start: Echo Bay, deep in the Georgian bay 30,000 islands (and 100,00 rocks), 0850
End: Regatta Bay, vicinity Snug Harbor (dare you to find THAT on a map without using Mr. Google) 1238
Total Distance: 18.1 nm
Time: 3:48
Average Speed: 4.75 knots

Another night of interrupted sleep last night. It doesn’t fail. Our windows are wide open when we go to bed so we can enjoy the cooler temperatures of the nighttime. And then sometime between 1 and 2 am, the rain begins and someone (*cough cough JIM cough cough*) has to get up, close the windows of both bedrooms from the inside; close windows along the side of the boat from the inside; and close the two windows above the salon from the OUTSIDE because those screens stick like a SOB. Picture pasty white dude in boxers stumbling around on a slippery deck at 1 in the morning. That will put you off your dessert and you can thank me for that when next you step on the scale.

So we slept in until 0730 which moved our 0800 departure time from the ‘planned’ to the interesting buy irrelevant’ category. At 0850ish we fired up the engines and tried to figure out how to extricate ourselves from the med mooring. It was not pretty and involved more than a little ‘stern talking’ voice. Not yelling. That would be unsightly.

But we made it out without damage to ourselves and to others and headed out in the mist towards Regatta Bay. An 18 mile jaunt up the small craft channel. The mist burned off by 10am and by the time we got to the bay we were under cloudless sunny skies. We continue to journey across a landscape that looks as if it could be from an alien planet. Huge rocks covered with trees that tilt to the East. And occasional cottages on rocks in the middle of nowhere. These folks aren’t driving to Walmart when they need provisions.

There were two boats in the bay ahead of us, one of them being Endeavor and Don brought us a line from shore for med mooring which meant all I had to do was back the

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Hiking in the wilderness.  With bugs…

boat to shore in a straight line. Might as well ask me to solve world hunger. Managed to make it on the third (or fourth time). Once in we went swimming, hiked in the hills around our boat (and got run off by the bugs), headed into Snug Harbor to check out the ‘town’ and grilled some fajitas. Topped it off with S’mores over the grill. The only issue throughout the day were the mosquitoes. After 7pm at night there were swarms of the greedy bastards. And all of them are huge. As soon as we leave the protection of our deck, there is a swarm about us looking for blood. They stack up in formations outside our screens looking for a crack in our defenses and when they spot one, the attack sending in wave after wave of bloodsucking vultures. We have made a defense in depth. We have our outside canvas zipped up unless we are coming or going.

We have installed a second screen at our front door and THAT door you have to slide through to make it more difficult. And we have Lucky the wonder dog on prowl to kill (or at least jump at while snapping) any flying bug that gets inside our boat. And yet. They are buzzing around us, inside our boat, even as I type this. It is a waiting game. They know we must sleep and then they move in for the kill on any flesh left exposed. My only hope is that they get to AJ’s room first.

Tool of the day is making a return appearance. And the winner winner chicken dinner for today (and this week) is: The solar camping shower.

A long time ago in a place far far away, Ft. Polk, Louisiana in the late 1980s/early 1990s, I was introduced to the Army’s version of the camping shower. We called it Australian showers for some reason, but it was a canvas bag with a shower head underneath into which you dumped water and then hung said bag from tree and showered in the woods. When we were on long field problems (4-6 weeks) in the middle of the summer in Louisiana, it was a must have. I can vividly remember a rotation to the national training center in California in August when we had a change of mission–twelve hours to catch up on personal hygiene and other neglected things before the next battle kicked off. During that window our tactical operations center personnel were lined up wearing flip flops and towels and waiting to step under a bag that was hanging from the gun barrel of the battalion commander’s tank.

Fast forward 25+ years. We are on a boat that has a fresh water tank with a capacity of 70 gallons. For three people, a dog and a old and apparently very healthy cat. Sounds like a lot, but we use it for everything. Drinking, dishes, cleaning, cooking. You name it. So we have to come up with good ways to conserve water when we are going for longer times between stops at marinas. One way, now that we are in fresh water, is the camping shower. We filled it up earlier this week when we were at the Hope Island anchorage, left it on the deck and WHAM we had hot showers in our bathroom from the bag hung from hard top. Didn’t touch any water from our tanks. And ended up smelling nice and pretty which made it easier for the flocks of mosquitoes to find us!