The trip to Henry’s Fish Restaurant was a mandatory stop, at least if you wanted to say you had been through the 30,000 Islands. Everyone wants to eat at Henry’s and a few get to stay overnight. In order to be one of the few on a weekend you must be there first come first served. Let me explain a little later.
The afternoon was spent in planning and plotting our courses around the outdoor picnic tables as more boaters arrived and filled the docks. You see many of our fleet are nearing the end of their journey and the rest of us want to pick up all the knowledge they have of the last portion of our voyage. Passport and Brown Eyed Girl get off in Michigan. Kismet quits in Wisconsin. and Seabiscuit will leave us at the confluence of the Mississippi and Ohio Rivers. Only Seabatical will cross their wake with us on the Tennessee.
Earlier in the day I had a philosophical discussion with two ladies who shall remain nameless. The subject was child discipline and the welfare system. Let me tell you the problem in the world is not with the welfare recipients, it is with the bleeding hearts who help to pay for the system. As long as enough well meaning people are unwilling to let anyone suffer for one minute then we cannot stop this cancer that is eating us alive. And one of them was a school teacher so I know this stuff is being passed on to the next generation.
Granted they are big hearted and caring people but ultimately they are like the lady that found a baby squirrel in her backyard. It had fallen from a nest and she nurtured it with a baby bottle to give it a helping hand. It quickly grew into a fine young squirrel and graduated to solid food. She kept it in a cage and gave it anything it would eat. She did not want the little thing to have to work so hard at shelling nuts so she bought pecan halves at great expense and fed him those. Soon the little squirrel quit eating and died. Distraught she took it to the vet to find out what dread disease had taken it. After examination the vet said it had no disease. It’s front teeth, which continually grow and are naturally worn down by working on nutshells and pinecones, had not had any work to do and had grown down into it’s lower jaw preventing it from eating or drinking. You see you can do too much for others until they cannot do for themselves.
7/24- Another day of boredom. Hopefully the weather will cooperate and we will be gone tomorrow. I never thought I would be wanting a project but I guess I should be thankful that all is repaired and ready.
We have plotted a course to Britt which is a small town on the Byng Sound. We will travel with Kismet. Yes the fleet has suddenly been reduced to two. Seabatical left at midday to go meet friends who they met in Florida and to anchor out. Seabiscuit departed early this morning to adventure on their own. BrownEyed Girl is leaving tomorrow but headed for home. They live off lake Huron somewhere. Passport left today for their home run also. See how things change from day to day?
At least we are told there will be WIFI in Britt and a chance to add pictures and send this blog out to catch up our readers. Because we should be hitting bigger towns for awhile there should be better opportunities to get on the net. Keep your fingers crossed. We will be in the North Channel by the weekend and getting closer to the good old USA.
Grand Prize Winner: We had several guesses on the squash plant that was featured in the Penetanguishene blog but only one winner. My first cousin, once removed, Amy Moon, said it was a Patty Pan Squash and she was right. As soon as we get her mailing address her prize will be mailed. By the way, the Admiral had told me it was a Turban Squash and I was about to throw out Amy’s answer. But she seemed so enthusiastic in her response that I put our crack research staff to work and Amy was right. A Turban Squash is orangish green. We will continue our contest with another question soon. If I had gotten a picture of that muskrat it would have been a good one.