The Day of the Silent Sail
With our sail with the silent spirituals scheduled for 3:30 the fog was as thick as French pea soup, Canada is a bilingual country. There must be more to this spiritual thing than we imagined. At 3:20 the fog lifted and the sun came out, quite the trick. Marg and I hightailed it down to the boat and quickly prepared to sail as the twelve passengers drifted silently down to the dock. We had made the decision that since we couldn't ask if they wanted a life jacket we would make them all wear one and as they passed the boat house they were all outfitted in jackets. Marg mimed the safe way to move to the bow of the boat and demonstrated how they would get caught if they tried to pass between the wires that hold up the mast. Spirituals have a sense of humour because they all laughed at Marg's high jinks. Obviously the no communication thing was breaking down because there was a lot of waving to acquaintances on shore and pointing. Most passengers were taking pictures with the shutter bugs going into a frenzy as the cult leader was seen making her way from on cabin to another in her long thick white dress and brilliant white hair. As cult leaders are she didn't acknowledge our presence, I assume she knew we were there she is a see'er after all.
Unfortunately spirituals don't know much about sailing or they would of whipped up some wind when they lifted the fog. We cleared the channel and turned off the motor as was previously requested and proceeded to drift down the coast of George Island with a 1 mph favourable current and an additional .2 mph supplied by almost no wind. We managed to silently ghost along the shore without enough speed for steerage. After about a half hour of slowly passing this spectacular landscape the waves had pushed us to close and we used the engine to turn us around. With the engine off against the current we were dead in the water being washed toward shore. Marg and I conferred in silence and decided to motor out to sea and sail on away from the lodge for as long as we could and then motor them back at the end of the trip. We spent the next hour and a half playing with the sails to keep us moving. The passengers didn't make a sound or move from their original positions; some were either communing with cosmos or sleeping it hard to tell the difference.
We motored them back to the dock and as they departed we received some silent thumbs, up one young girl offered us a tip and another lady started to say something and realized her mistake and walked away all flustered. All in all I think they got the experience they were looking for. I don't know if I prefer the usual socialize with Marg and Steve sail or the silent sailing adventure.
We woke to a thick fog the morning of our first of two silent sails. As the day progressed so did the fog. Stormy almost disappeared from view while standing in front of the boat house just 10 paces away. At 3pm we decided to cancel the sail, scheduled for 3:30pm, due to the fog and lack of wind. We told the front desk and wrote "cancelled" in the schedule book, but neither staff knew how we were to communicate the change to the group. We headed back to our cabin and then to the dock to put Stormy away for the evening. No word of a lie, at 3:25pm the fog started to lift and we noticed a migration of people, from all directions, ghosting towards the dock... sort of an eerie sight if you can imagine. Steve and I glanced at each other and said, "Well, I guess the sail is back on!"
We managed to gather the group and secure their life jackets on (no exception due to the restrictions placed upon us) and then we corralled them to Stormy's dock.
Now this is when my training from years of Aquafit came to play.
Look at me = 2 finger pointing at my eyes and then motioning two taps with my hand at my chest .. and from that moment forward I began to mime every thought that came to mind. To our surprise they watched with amusement, clapped, pointed, smiled and giggled at my attempts of animation. Their silence was broken. In fact thinking back on the evening sail (which Steve describes very well), I believe that we were much better at this silent thing then they were. Actually, being washed up alongside George Island was absolutely fascinating. We never thought we could come so close to her magnificent high rocky shoreline without tearing a hole into Stormy Night's hull.
At this time I'd like to thank you all for your wonderful comments to our first take of this very unusual situation. We never laughed so hard. I would love to shared those with the group, but I think I best keep them for my next career as a stand up comic!
Some pic's of Stormy.. fruits of our labour
The forward head is still plumbed without a Y-valve and pumps directly overboard and therefore access was not available. Previously, the skippers kept quests from entering by shutting the door. The toilet was stuffed with rags and the bathroom sink not connected. Steve and I decided to make the bathroom serviceable as an extra bathroom for washing hands or an area to comfort someone if they should become seasick. So, Steve found and installed newer faucets, we removed the toilet seat, found a piece of wood, cut it to shape, finished with stain and formed an extra seating area .. Voila!
We splashed today.
May/10/2012, Killarney Mountain Lodge
Stormy Night is now tied up at her KML dock. This is a view from her deck looking out towards Squaw Island, Georgian Bay.
The work has begun.
Looking across Killarney channel my heart melts at the sight of George Island, with it's whispering pines and rock face, an image similar to one of the paintings from the group of seven, but there is something amiss. Our 'Lion's Paw' is not anchored nearby and we are alone, without family or friends.
It is soon to be the first long holiday of the Canadian summer, known as may two-four and while our sailing vessel is spending her summer in the San Blas islands of Panama, Steve and I are knee deep in work commissioning the sailing vessel Stormy Night, a Cal 2-46 sloop.
We are sitting aboard our summer yacht (for this summer anyway) Killarney Mountain Lodges "Stormy Night" and it's been one heck of a 11 days!
Work! Well, as you all know that's a four letter word! and as I told our son Mike, not many people can do what your dad does. He just looks at stuff and fixes it .. I don't now how!
As far as Stormy Night, I've begun to clean this boat from hull to ceilings and it's coming along nicely.
We had a mild winter and a warm spring. The boat was sealed very well and we are told that the cover is usually blown off and found lying on the ground each winter. this did not happen and unfortunately it seems the boat was sealed too well.. bring out the gloves and vinegar!
This will be our little cabin for the summer. It is situated on the grounds of Killarney Mountain Lodge and faces Killarney Channel and George Island.
April/30/2012, Killarney, Ontario Canada
Steve and I are enjoying the evening, snuggled in our very own cabin overlooking Killarney channel, located in the small town of Killarney, claimed to be the oldest town in Northern Ontario, population 300. Tomorrow we unwrap our summer sailing vessel, Killarney Mountain Lodge's "Stormy Night". She's a 1974 - 46 ft Cal - a sloop rigged sailing vessel... and the adventure begins.
Our Modern Day Family
In the photo we have Betty, Jack, Steve and I.
I was the last to sit down in the great room, and after opening up my computer, I looked around and thought it too funny and asked to take this photo. Now this is OUR Modern Day Family, enjoying some quality time together!
Small but delicious!
It didn't take Mike long to achieve a clean shot into this small but delicious Cero Mackerel... and they say video games are bad for your kids! Heather and Mike have since gone home and have their own stories to share about their adventures and experiences while in Panama city and the San Blas Islands..