August 3 - 5 - Somewhere in the Georgian Bay

We were having great weather.  We left Sandy Bay on Hope Island with sun and little or no wind.  The Georgian Bay was literally"like glass".  We headed NNE toward the Haystack islands.  It was an easy cruise up toward Fryingpan Island, where Tom McDonald (an accomplished Monk owner) was going to meet us and lead us to their island.  I have never known anyone with an island, anywhere.  So we were excited.

Tom showed up in their motorboat with his son-in-law and granddaughter.  They dropped off Tom on our boat just like the Chesapeake Bay pilots.  Tom immediately said "right rudder 5 degrees, left rudder 5 degrees", just to let us know who was in control. :)  He led us through the islands (and rocks) to their cabin which sits on a beautiful little island.  They have docks behind it that held the fleet:  our Monk and his, as well as a pontoon boat, three run abouts, paddle board, and other floating toys.  It was a great setting and we enjoyed it a lot.  Thank you Tom and Barbara! We couldn't have enjoyed it more.

Patti caught her first "big" fish: a 24 inch northern pike.  This fish was very prophetic since Patti's maiden name is "Pike" (Patti Ann Pike).  She was understandably excited, and Tom cleaned and fried the fish for everyone to share for dinner.  Couldn't have been better.

It was hard, but we had to move on.  The plan was to go to Parry Sound and provision up for the northern and remote (?) areas ahead.