North Channel Blog for Friday July 22 2011
Spoilage In Paradise
I must ask the reader’s forgiveness for the same-topic string of postings that I am composing. These postings are being typed whilst Capt. SO and I have our Aqua RV in Lake Huron’s North Channel and I have zero-to-limited access to the internet. I had attempted to use Capt. SO’s internet phone tether to connect to the internet but then he got “smart” and called his phone server, only to discover that the charge for using the tether in Canada was cost-prohibitive. Consequently, I am creating the postings as Word documents and will post a bundle when we return to our home-based condo…….in about two weeks from now.
In other words, I have been cut off.
As this posting’s title indicates, we are, indeed, in a remote paradise. Traveling through the North Channel is a breath-taking experience. Even being at Gore Bay’s Municipal Marina gives one the sense of being in paradise lost. The view of the harbor from the Gore Bay Marina is eye-popping and the harbor is often filled with sailboats of every variety that have chosen to anchor out rather than pay slip fees.
Yesterday we left the marina’s cocoon and went exploring, with the intent of spending at least two consecutive nights “on the hook”, if not three. We literally explored with our Aqua RV yesterday, which was fun, even though it was a little unusual for us “Point A to Point B” people. It is difficult to adequately describe with words how remote yet spectacularly beautiful this area is. When the ice fields and glaciers moved through this area thousands - perhaps millions - of years ago, they left behind unbelievable granite formations, clearly visible above ground in the form of mountains, giant boulders protruding far out of the water, and even bigger hazards lurking just below the surface of the water. At night, when the boat’s generator is turned off it is possible to hear nothing……absolutely nothing.
Even in all of this remote paradise, spoilers can come, and come they did the other morning……in the form of a seagull fly-over, with a few dropping their calling cards on the boat. One particularly accurate gull let loose over the open hatch window directly over our forward bed………”and you know the rest of the story.
Even paradise can be spoiled.
Ancora imparo
