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our first time. Back every year.”;
Back in the Channel, back in Gore
Bay, we’re waiting. For both weather and
for my wife’s friends, Barb and Dave
Anschuetz. It will be their first time on
the Channel.
Guys on the next dock over have come
back to the Channel too. We go over and
share drinks and lies about our favourite
anchorages. Blodgett comes aboard. The
rum goes down as all these channel regu-
lars (these guys are from Ottawa, been
coming up for twenty years.) ;“Every
year,”; says Blodgett. He points to anoth-
er boat down the dock. ;“Twenty years for
those guys too.”;
A storm breaks over us and the light-
ning flashes across the sky. The thunder
rattles the mast and thuds against the
hull.
The Channel is reminding us. Doesn’t
matter how many times you come back,
you meet the Channel on her terms.
But everybody keeps coming back.
I have a lot of reasons, I think to
myself next morning, sitting in a
Muskoka chair usually reserved for
Blodgett, waiting for Barb and Dave.
Item: Crossing south between Clapper -
ton and Amedroz Islands. The waters are
the colour of the sky and Manitoulin
looms in the distance, gentle undulating
Mid-September exploring on South
Benjamin can mean you get this popular
anchorage all to yourself.
ridges dominating the south horizon,
somewhere between blue and indigo.
Close-reached: small limestone bluffs of
Clapperton capped by dense forest that
comes right to the edge of these tiny cliffs
off our starboard beam, pine-encrusted
low-lying Amedroz off the port beam.
Item: Watching the play of sun on the
water from a dock at Kagawong, watching
kids jumping off the eight-foot pier,
laughing and screaming, gasping with
the cold as the day dies, while we set out
pork tenderloin on the Force Ten, after
hiking up a glittering stream to a waterfall that shimmers like a bride’s veil.
Item: North on a beam reach while
son Adam yells, ;“harden the sail, Dad,”;
because, with the white peaks of
LaCloche Mountains dead ahead, looking like they are snow-spattered though
it’s actually quartzite, waters here pewter-gilded and wind-riffled, two other sailboats are ahead and Adam’s bought into
the maxim that any sailboats headed the
same way are, by definition, racing.
Item: When the kids were young, discovering a deserted beach on Darch
Island, a family swim, a picnic lunch at
anchor, skipping stones in crystal water
