<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26944979</id><updated>2011-12-14T18:39:23.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sailing-The-Great-Loop</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greatloopsailing.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26944979/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatloopsailing.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sailing-Spouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17266583797712862824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26944979.post-115948188160532024</id><published>2006-09-28T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T02:54:24.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valley of the Waves</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Sunday, October 1, 2006, Monday October 2, 1960&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We were on the water 8 hours Sunday and I have now seen enough freighters to last me a lifetime. Talking with the tow operators has been fun; they all sound a little gruff, a little southern and quite charming. It's amazing how close we have been to some of them. So far the largest tow we have encountered has been with 15 freighters (3 wide and 5 long).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We docked at Joliet, Illinois at their Bicentenial Park; there are no marinas in Joliet. We needed to re-stock groceries and as Mike headed for the bikes and backpacks I assured him I could take care of the groceries while he tended to some maintenance issues concerning him. I left the park, grabbed a cab and bought groceries. We had some concerns about vagrants sleeping close by on park benches but everything worked out OK.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We decided to have a leisurely breakfast this morning and Mike wanted to tighten up a loose belt on the engine. Unfortunately we had a problem with the alternator bracket again and Mike had to bike to a welder and have it repaired. I walked over to Harrads Casino so he could tinker in peace. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We were only on the water 3 hours today afer Mike completed the repairs and stopped at Harborside Marina for the night and a much needed shower. It was awful...the water reeked of sulfur, the restaurant was closed on Mondays and no laundromat. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We have now been through three locks and experienced a rough time in one of them. They were 3 feet, 34 feet and 37 feet. The 34 ft. lock was the most challenging as it was very windy and we had difficulty holding the ropes to keep the boat positioned.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/1600/lock2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/320/lock2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/1600/lock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/320/lock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We made the best of it and cooked a great dinner after a few manhattans. The evening was warm windy and we enjoyed a parade of freighters from dockside and a scarry lightening dislay.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Saturday, Sept. 30, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Two hours on the water today into the Calumet River, under three drawbridges and a mast down at Skyway Yacht Works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/400/bridge.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What a positive experience; six people, and a smooth mast down where Mike was always in control of our mast. $4.50 per mast foot was the charge and well worth every penny. We were tired and the owners let us tie up free of charge for the night. As if that wasn't enough they provided wonderful chicken gumbo for our supper. We would highly recommend their facility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Friday, Sept. 29, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We are headed south of Chicago to Calumet Bay and Hammond Marina and finally off the Lake from Hell as Mike refers to Lake Michigan. Thirty two miles in five hours; we expected much worse time wise but it was bitter cold. We encountered some very disgruntled seasonal slip boaters at Hammond Marina as tomorrow is the last day the marina is open for at least a year while the present gambling casino is replaced with a new one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Most of these displaced boaters are on waiting lists at other marinas as slips in the area are at a premium.&lt;/span&gt; Mike did some prep work on our keel stepped mast in preparation for the de-mast tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/400/mast%20down%20prep.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Thursday, September 28, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;5:45 AM Wednesday morning we left the farm for St. Joseph Michigan to return the Enterprise rental and get on with our plan to get off of these dam lakes. We would highly recommend the West Basin Marina in Benton Harbor/St. Joseph's Michigan. The harbormaster was knowledgeable and accommodating and the marina offers the usual ammenities including a laundromat. One problem..no stores nearby to re-stock; I ended up using the powdered milk I brought along "just in case". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I was a little taken aback when Mike presented me with a bright yellow foul weather suit (pants, jacket and hat) last Christmas but delighted to don it at 6:30 am today as we headed out in bone-chilling weather. Rain, wind, hail, 6 to 8 foot waves, dark skies (except for the lightening) escorted us to the Michigan City Marina at the southeast end of Lake Michigan. Just one more excursion on the lake and we'll be near the Calumet river. We missed our de-mast date at Hammond Marina and are hopeful to schedule one in the next couple of days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26944979-115948188160532024?l=greatloopsailing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greatloopsailing.blogspot.com/feeds/115948188160532024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26944979&amp;postID=115948188160532024' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26944979/posts/default/115948188160532024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26944979/posts/default/115948188160532024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatloopsailing.blogspot.com/2006/09/valley-of-waves.html' title='Valley of the Waves'/><author><name>Sailing-Spouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17266583797712862824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26944979.post-115912780106091464</id><published>2006-09-24T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T12:56:41.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Guardian Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/1600/youngstown2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/400/youngstown2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike calls my brother Vince our Guardian Angel. Vince keeps us up to date on the marine weather and he and Mike commiserate...to sail or not to sail is always the question...and they usually agree. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/1600/vince.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/320/vince.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vince and his wife Peggy and sister-in-law Leslie sail the lower Niagara River and Lake Ontario in their 1987 29' Alberg which was built in Bloomfield, Ontario. They built a dock across from their home in Youngstown, New York. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/1600/vince4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/320/vince4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26944979-115912780106091464?l=greatloopsailing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greatloopsailing.blogspot.com/feeds/115912780106091464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26944979&amp;postID=115912780106091464' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26944979/posts/default/115912780106091464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26944979/posts/default/115912780106091464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatloopsailing.blogspot.com/2006/09/our-guardian-angel.html' title='Our Guardian Angel'/><author><name>Sailing-Spouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17266583797712862824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26944979.post-115878896349471480</id><published>2006-09-20T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T12:31:08.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lake Michigan</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Sunday, September 10, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Mike did a great job navigating the Straights of Mackinac which like all narrow passes can be a navigational challenge. We headed down Lake Michigan 60 miles to Charlevoix and 10 hours and a drawbridge later we docked at the Charlevoix City Marina. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/1600/Charlevoix.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/320/Charlevoix.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mike folded our bimini to draw some heat from the sun during the day.…he’s a dreamer; it was a cold all 10 hours. No one from the city marina ever returned our calls to their phone numbers, current and off season although they claim to be available 8AM to 8PM through Sept. 30.&lt;br /&gt;Channel&lt;br /&gt;45º 19' 17" N&lt;br /&gt;85º 15' 58" W&lt;br /&gt;1-231-547-3272&lt;br /&gt;Monitor Channel 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday, September 11, 2006 and Tuesday September 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Left Charlevoix early and waited until 6:30 AM draw bridge let us pass. Horrible day weather wise but we made good time. Silent passage peeked at 10.1 mph according to our GPS, a first for her. Pelted by cold wind and rain for 75 miles we were cold and weary. Arrived at 5:45 at Frankfort Municipal marina anxious for a warm shower. They forgot to mention a planned 6 hour electrical outage for the whole area so we found alternative ways of warming up. We were both tired and decided to spend a day in Frankfort. The library with Internet access was a stones throw from our dock. Bought a warm Icelandic design hat and mittens at Hull’s of Frankfort. We had breakfast at a local restaurant and met a great couple and their dog RED. Red is a pretty five month old Irish Setter.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/1600/irish%20setter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/320/irish%20setter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We never learned their names but we do know this is their 7th Irish Setter and they were all named RED. Mike was amazed when the waitress brought their breakfast and he couldn’t imagine how anyone could eat that much food at once. A lovely large dog bowl appeared from the gentleman’s lap and he proceeded to carefully cut the meat and toast and mix them with the hash browns and eggs and take them out to the dog. One of the nice things I’ve discovered about this cruising thing is you meet a lot of nice people, have interesting and fun conversations and then never see them again except maybe in another port. You don’t know their problems, their children’s problems, their financial problems, marital issues…… and on and on. It works for me.&lt;br /&gt;Channel&lt;br /&gt;4º 37' 49" N&lt;br /&gt;86º 15' 11" W&lt;br /&gt;1-231-352-9051&lt;br /&gt;Monitor Channel 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday, September 13, 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left Frankfort at 7:30 AM and arrived at Manistee Marina at 11:30 AM just 31 miles south. We both enjoyed the town of Manistee.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/1600/manitee%20bldg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/320/manitee%20bldg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Interesting architecture, great riverwalk, restored downtown and shops (reminiscent of a 1950's downtown) good coffee and free wifi at Goody’s Juice and Java, great soup and sandwich bar at Four Forty West, a pretty candle from Hollyhock Gift Shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Channel&lt;br /&gt;44º 15' 08" N&lt;br /&gt;86º 20' 58" W&lt;br /&gt;1-231-723-1552&lt;br /&gt;Monitor Channel 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday, September 14, 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 25 mile run to Ludington to the best DNR Municipal marina we have seen. No ducks (leaving piles of calling cards), spotless facilities, a social area with TV, all the desirable marina amenities, fresh flowers in the ladies room and an enthusiastic and helpful crew. We had homemade spinach pasta at a local restaurant called Luciano's (Mikes has good taste for an Irishman; he always looks for Italian restaurants).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Channel&lt;br /&gt;43º 22' 30" N&lt;br /&gt;86º 25' 51" W&lt;br /&gt;1-231-843-9611&lt;br /&gt;Monitor Channel 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday, September 15, 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ludington to White Lake is 40 miles and it took us 7 ½ cold, windy hours. We anchored out in the southwest corner of the lake with several other sailboats and endured the wakes of powerboats throughout the night. Mike had to get up several times when the winds were howling to check the anchor. We were in 50 ft. of water; he did a good job. Although Mike likes to anchor out (the Walden Pond thing) this is only the second time we have anchored out on this cruise and I am most appreciative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Channel&lt;br /&gt;43º 22' 30" N&lt;br /&gt;86º 25' 51" N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday, September 16, 2006 and Sunday, September 17&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fotrunately, Muskeegon is only 10 miles south of White Lake. We spent a harrowing 3 hours into strong south winds and 4 to 5 foot waves before we arrived at the Muskeegan Hartshorn Municipal Marina. The weather kept us captive here another day. We took an 8 mile bike ride around the area. Not much to see or do; the visitors center is closed on weekends. Another DNR marina, Muskeegon leaves a great deal to be desired although the staff is congenial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Channel&lt;br /&gt;43º 13' 28" N&lt;br /&gt;86º 20' 54" W&lt;br /&gt;1-231-724-6785&lt;br /&gt;Monitor Channel 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday, Sept. 18, 2006, Tuesday, Sept. 19, Wednesday, Sept. 20&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It appears our comfort zone is evolving. We left for South Haven Municipal Marina with a 10 to 20 wind forecast and 3-5 ft waves. Rough entrance and docking 91/2 hours later. Met some nice people (sailors of course) from Michigan City and had dinner at a local pub. Would not recommend this marina for multiple reasons; not a good place to be for 3 days while awaiting the right weather conditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Channel&lt;br /&gt;42º 24' 05" N&lt;br /&gt;86º 17' 22" W&lt;br /&gt;1-616-637-3171&lt;br /&gt;Monitor Channel 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday, Sept. 21, 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had hoped to get to Michigan City Marina but five hours of wind and waves in our face was enough so we docked at Saint-Joseph West Basin Marina. This is a great marina and the Harbormaster is very accomodating. Forecasts with winds exceeding 25 miles, gales,  and 7-10 foot waves pushed Mike right over the edge. He did not anticipate the impact the weather would have on the Great Lakes part of this cruise and can't wait to get on the rivers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Channel&lt;br /&gt;42º 06' 58" N&lt;br /&gt;86º 29' 44" W&lt;br /&gt;1-616-983-5432&lt;br /&gt;Monitor Channel 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday, Sept. 22, 2006, Saturday, Sept. 23, Sunday, Sept. 24&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we go again....leave the boat in the marina....rent a car....drive 6 1/2 hours to Chillicothe, take care of some business, mow the lawns, watch the Ohio State Football Game,  monitor NOAA Marine weather forcasts and wait (anxiously) for unseasonable cold and stormy weather on Lake Michigan to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26944979-115878896349471480?l=greatloopsailing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greatloopsailing.blogspot.com/feeds/115878896349471480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26944979&amp;postID=115878896349471480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26944979/posts/default/115878896349471480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26944979/posts/default/115878896349471480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatloopsailing.blogspot.com/2006/09/lake-michigan.html' title='Lake Michigan'/><author><name>Sailing-Spouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17266583797712862824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26944979.post-115757736427232834</id><published>2006-09-06T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T14:02:08.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Huron</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/1600/aug%2028#2"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/320/aug%2028%232%205pm%20preque%20isle.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/1600/aug%2028#2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/1600/aug%2028#2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday, August 28, 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up at 5:30 AM and on the water at 6:00 AM. We traveled sixty miles in 9 ½ hours. It was cold; hats, gloves, socks, jackets required all day. But the wind was kind to us and we had a good motor-sail. We docked at Presque Isle in Michigan. We were in a heavy fog the last several miles; Mike and his GPSMap 492 did a great job. This is another Michigan marina run by the DNR. Mike thinks this should be called Walden’s Lake. He’s in his element in this remote area with the water, flowers and surrounding woods.&lt;br /&gt;Marina&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/1600/aug%2028%20#3"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/320/aug%2028%20%233%205%20pm%20presque%20isle.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45º 20' 25" N&lt;br /&gt;83º 29' 10" W&lt;br /&gt;1-989-595-3069&lt;br /&gt;Monitor Channel 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday, August 29, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;What did we ever do without this GPSMap 492. Mike consulted with a local charter operator and we decided to wait for the fog to lift a little before we leave Presque Isle. We were eventually able to leave Presque Isle in the fog with Mike navigating with the GPS by following our route into the marina back out of the marina. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/1600/fisherman.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="293" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/320/fisherman.1.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I sat on the bow (my choice) with a horn and an extra light. It was another long, cold day. We were in a dense fog for over an hour, listening for the sounds of the freighter foghorns every two minutes and watching for fishermen. The sky and lake looked as one. We finally arrived at Cheboygan Marina and met some very nice people with quite luxurious powerboats.&lt;br /&gt;Channel into Cheboygan County Marina:&lt;br /&gt;45º 40' 01" N&lt;br /&gt;84º 27' 22" W&lt;br /&gt;1-231-627-9931&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We dined at The Old Boathouse on the Cheboygan River and Mike spotted a dock he thought would be a good place to leave our boat while we retuned to Chillicothe to take care of some business. Next morning we took the boat to the Lund dock (waited for a drawbridge) and headed to the Pellston, Michigan Airport to pick up a one-way Hertz and then to Anchor Point to pick up my car and then to the Toledo Airport to return the Hertz and then to the farm. Yes, this certainly is relaxing !!!! This intermittent style of cruising has its challenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday, September 5 &amp; Wednesday September 6 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go again! We rented a one-way Hertz out of Columbus, transferred the wooden stands that will hold the mast when we take it down in Chicago from my car to the rental along with other various items including warm clothing and left for Cheboygan. A mere&lt;br /&gt;9 1/2 hours later we arrived at our boat. We stayed in Cheboygan all the next day while Mike did a little maintenance on the boat and I enjoyed a local Internet café. Dinner at Mulligans was very good and just a short bike ride away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/1600/cheboygan.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/320/cheboygan.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday Sept. 7, Friday Sept. 8, Saturday Sept. 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Up and on the water at 6:30 AM to leave for the Mackinac City Municipal Marina just 3 hours north and missed the 6:45 drawbridge so we left at 7:15 and arrived at Mackinac around 10:30AM. The weather surprised us with a thunderstorm. The lightening is somewhat scary on the water. We had plenty of time to explore the area. The downtown business district has all the amenities imaginable within walking distance. There are numerous shops &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/1600/Mackinaw%20Crossing.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/320/Mackinaw%20Crossing.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(14 fudge, ice cream and carmel corn shops) and ferries to Mackinac Island. We were surprised at the tourist atmosphere. We both grew up in Niagara Falls and some of the souvenir shops were reminiscent of those days when Niagara Falls, New York thrived as a tourist attraction. We dined out, rode our bikes and hoped for good weather. We spent a second day and third day in the City Marina due to weather. I’m anxious to get off of these lakes. At least the marina had a Laundromat. We watched the Ohio State Texas game Saturday night at the Keyhole Bar and shared a table with some fun Harley bikers that were on a ride they make every year. Three scotches and a huge plate of French fries later Mike asked me if I was ready to leave (Finally...some fun). We both had a good time but we needed to get to bed early as we had a challenging day ahead of us.&lt;br /&gt;Marina&lt;br /&gt;45º 46' 55" N&lt;br /&gt;84º 43' 12" W&lt;br /&gt;1-231-436-5269&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26944979-115757736427232834?l=greatloopsailing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greatloopsailing.blogspot.com/feeds/115757736427232834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26944979&amp;postID=115757736427232834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26944979/posts/default/115757736427232834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26944979/posts/default/115757736427232834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatloopsailing.blogspot.com/2006/09/more-huron.html' title='More Huron'/><author><name>Sailing-Spouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17266583797712862824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26944979.post-115757431271853835</id><published>2006-09-06T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T14:12:58.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Huron</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Monday August 21, 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An exciting 5 hour sail ranging from 4.0 mph to 8.5 mph ended at the Port Sanilac Harbor Commission Marina. Dock attendant Rose was very helpful. Nice town. Shopping district is just a few blocks from the harbor. A brick lighthouse on the south side of the harbor was built in 1886.&lt;br /&gt;43º 25' 48" N&lt;br /&gt;82º 32' 48" W&lt;br /&gt;1-810-622-9610&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/1600/lighthouse%20at%20harbor%20beach%20aug%2023%207am.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/320/lighthouse%20at%20harbor%20beach%20aug%2023%207am.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday, August 22,2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 6 hr sail, motor sail, and motoring, to cover 32 miles were straight into the north wind. We docked at harbor Beach Marina. Troublesome entry; stay away if you are over 4 ft. Nice bike trail. Great lighthouse that can be seen 20 miles out.&lt;br /&gt;43º 50 '48"N&lt;br /&gt;82º 37' 47" W&lt;br /&gt;1-989-479-9707&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednsday, August 23, 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sailed the first hour. Docked at Port Austin State Dock. Mike enjoyed this port, especially the beautiful sunset off the breaker wall and the sunrise when we left the harbor. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/1600/leaving%20port%20austin%20a%20sunrise%20aug%2024%205am.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/320/leaving%20port%20austin%20a%20sunrise%20aug%2024%205am.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I enjoyed the free internet access. They cover all the necessities at Port Austin State Harbor, electric, water, showers, pump out, gas diesel, ice, grill/picnic tables and laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44º 03 '14"N&lt;br /&gt;82º 59' 37" W&lt;br /&gt;1-989-738-8712&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday, August 24, 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a wild ride! Reefed main and reduced furling kept things somewhat under control but this has been quite a sail in wind and waves. We made it into port minutes before the rainstorm. Harrisville Municipal Marina may be home for a few days. The weather forcast will determine when we leave. Facilities are fine including rest rooms, showers, laundry facilities and a common area with a fireplace, coffee and TV with the weather channel. Not much of a town. No flies here, just bees that have Mike talking about an enclosed cockpit. Hopefully he'll get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday, August 26, 2006 (Mikes Birthday)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day number three at Harrisville Municipal Marina and the forecast is for 25 mph winds, thunderstorms and 7-10 ft waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a warning in Melville's Moby Dick that goes: &lt;em&gt;Erie, and Ontario, and Huron, and Superior, and Michigan-possess an ocean-like expansiveness...they are swept by Borean and dismasting blasts as direful as any lash the salted wave; they know what shipwrecks are, for out of sight of land, however inland, they have drowned full many a midnight ship with all its shrieking crew.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike and I have learned to respect inland sailing and never to underestimate the Great Lakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been in the Harrisville Marina Harbor of Refuge since Thursday afternoon. The wind and rain have been relentless. Call us&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;m&lt;em&gt;arina hoppers&lt;/em&gt; if you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fellow sailor arrived late today, unfortunately he grounded with a huge hole in his furling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday, August 27, 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still at Harrisville Marina. We never made it out for Mike's birthday dinner Saturday night; torrential rains made our bike ride to the restaurant a virtual imposibility. We have never before seen such a rain. Mike had to cook his own birthday dinner (he's in charge of the bratwurst and sauerkraut dinners).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We heard of a brunch at a local restaurant &lt;strong&gt;The Old House Inn &lt;/strong&gt;and decided to give it a try. The term brunch takes a great stretch of the imagination in the case of the fare served at this restaurant. Little Richard, Fats Domiono and Jerry Lee Lewis were their selections for background music on a quiet Sunday Morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harrisville has a lovely state park and beach, which we enjoyed the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;Marina&lt;br /&gt;44º 39 '43"N&lt;br /&gt;83º 16' 50" W&lt;br /&gt;1-989-724-5242&lt;br /&gt;WiFi Available&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26944979-115757431271853835?l=greatloopsailing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greatloopsailing.blogspot.com/feeds/115757431271853835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26944979&amp;postID=115757431271853835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26944979/posts/default/115757431271853835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26944979/posts/default/115757431271853835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatloopsailing.blogspot.com/2006/09/hello-huron.html' title='Hello Huron'/><author><name>Sailing-Spouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17266583797712862824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26944979.post-115654219650509322</id><published>2006-08-25T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T14:48:57.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Lake Erie</title><content type='html'>August 17, 2006&lt;br /&gt;Our long anticipated departure for the first leg of our Great Circle Cruise suddenly moved up a day when John Schilling our marina neighbor at Anchor Point called to say our boat Silent Passage was taking on water. We hastened our packing and went straight to the marina, determined the situation was not a showstopper (I won’t bore you with the details) and prepared to sail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Lake Erie, no more constant chart monitoring for your shallow waters and no more hoping the water is high enough to get out of the marina. No more nasty biting flies that resemble a housefly but bite through socks and shirts (we often found ourselves steering with one hand on the wheel while the other wielded a flyswatter). No more slimy May flies that cover the boat in a smelly, squirming carpet of wings and bodies. No more bone jarring choppy water and no more confused seas with winds tearing at our bimini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather determined we would set sail on Thursday and we had a great day of sailing finally anchoring at Westport Marina in LaSalle, Ontario, on the northern tip of fighting island in the Detroit River. We sailed eight hours covering Lake Erie and about 60% of the Detroit River. Ron and Marlene Tann, owners of Westport Marina were gracious and invited us to Customer Appreciation Day on Friday. They take their marina customers out on their 30 ton converted steel fishing boat but we planned to leave early that morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/400/cust%20appre.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The marina was serviceable, restrooms and shower updated and spotless, $1.00 a foot Canadian, cash only, but not a marina I would recommend for a long stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, August 18, 2006&lt;br /&gt;Ten hours took us up the rest of the Detroit River into Lake St. Clair and barely into The St. Clair River. I truly enjoyed the time we spent on the Detroit River. The homes were beautiful and some of the scenery lovely, but the smokestacks and the GM building were the most significant for me. GM and later Delphi Automotive provided me with wonderful opportunities. I had a challenging career, a good income and great friends at Harrison Radiator/Delphi Automotive in Lockport, New York, as part of the Materials Management, Production Control Team. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/400/detroit%20river.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/400/GM%20Bldg..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We docked (it slightly resembled a dock) at a marina in Port Lambton called Ecarte Marine on the Chenal Ecarte at the mouth of the St. Clair River. We have a 4’7” draft and barely made it; we couldn’t get to the gas dock. Rest rooms and showers were very clean, supplies available and it’s a port in a storm but otherwise I would not recommend this marina. Cost was reasonable: $25.00 Canadian. Mike had fun looking at a completely restored 40% scaled Bluenose 1929 and we met a lot of nice people (yes, some were even power boaters) who were more than willing to share their knowledge of local waters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, August 19, 2006&lt;br /&gt;Up early and on the water for a short 6 ½ hour day struggling against the current in the St. Clair River and north winds in our face. (Was Lake Erie really so bad?) Oh yes, I forgot to mention that during our first hour on Lake St. Clair the air smelled like a cattle feedlot. But it was easy to disregard the odor as we were struggling to put on our raingear and protect our new $900.00 Garmin GPS Map 492 chart plotter from the pouring rain. As we left the marina I asked Mike if he had any running lights on and his retort: No, why? Well, I said, I thought you might have noticed the pea soup fog. OK he said, I’ll put on the lights. The next hour we wove our way in and out of a maze of early Saturday morning fishermen, anchored and happy as can be in the pouring rain and fog. And then there were freighters, lots of freighters. Sharing the shipping lanes with lake freighters has become old hat already. It’s not much different than dealing with semi-trucks on the interstate highways. The freighters are not as troublesome as the large powerboats speeding by and leaving huge wakes; the powerboat wakes have given new meaning to the phrase “rock and roll”. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/400/fishermen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before we reached the Bluewater Bridge connecting Port Huron, USA and Sarnia, Ontario we enjoyed a view of 4 stately tall ships in Port Huron for a showing and a fundraiser. The Bluewater Bridge was not a problem as there is plenty of clearance but the velocity of the currents under the span was startling. We were told a four-mile current is typical but sustained high northerly winds can cause the current to increase even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had reservations at Lake Huron Yachts Limited and were in contact with Rick Burr as we approached. This is a marina I would highly recommend. It’s a small sailboats only marina with a friendly environment. “Going the extra mile” for transients are not a typical occurrence but Rick Burr knows how to welcome weary sailors. He knows Lake Huron intimately and is willing to spend time with the less experienced until they are comfortable with their sail plan. Rides offered, WiFi Internet information provided, restaurant recommendations, the list is endless. The rest room and shower facilities are more than adequate. A sailor on sabbatical Rick and his wife opted for the comforts of a trawler but it’s clear there is&lt;br /&gt;another sailboat in their future. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/400/rick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided on a two-day stay at Lake Huron Yachts as the forecast for 25 mile an hour winds and seven-foot waves intimidated us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner at a great Italian restaurant at 105 Michigan in Point Edward just a few blocks from the marina. Oilcloth tablecloths, clothe napkins and an owner who talks with each and every patron to determine their dinner selection for the evening (no menus). Everything is created fresh even the pasta. It was a memorable authentic Italian dinner. No need to labor over a dressing selection for your salad. Everyone gets as glass of ice water and a fresh romaine salad with a wedge of tomato dressed with oil and wine vinegar. Louie and Antonietta Mele run Salvatore’s Trattoria &amp; Restaurante. Reservations are not required but it’s a good idea 519-344-2855. There are a lot of nice eating establishments within walking distance of the marina including the Prince Edward Charity Casino where we enjoyed a Sunday morning breakfast after a bike ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike has been troubled by what he calls a chatter in the engine. He has attempted to resolve this issue numerous times. Today, when Rick stopped by to see if we needed anything Mike turned on the engine and Rick helped him identify the problem. The alternator bracket had severed. This is reminiscent of our breakdown and tow to Erie last year. Rick contacted a local welder who is available tomorrow morning. If all goes well we still plan to leave tomorrow but sailors go with the flow and never plan too far ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lake Huron Yachts&lt;br /&gt;Phone: 519-542-8125&lt;br /&gt;Waypoint in our slip: N 43°00.086'&lt;br /&gt;W 082°24.708'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pointers for fellow cruisers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Before you walk ten long blocks to a Laundromat in Canada with a backpack full of laundry make sure you have Canadian quarters. Not much open in Canada on Sunday; no place to get Canadian change and no change machine in the Laundromat.&lt;br /&gt;B. Before you head out to a Casino for brunch call and see if the last time they had a brunch was three years ago. Some of the Guides we purchased for this trip have incorrect and outdated information including waypoints and phone numbers.&lt;br /&gt;C. Bicycles are a necessity for the cruiser and backpacks are handy for schlepping purchases.&lt;br /&gt;D. An extra tarp can be useful when your Bimini leaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26944979-115654219650509322?l=greatloopsailing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greatloopsailing.blogspot.com/feeds/115654219650509322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26944979&amp;postID=115654219650509322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26944979/posts/default/115654219650509322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26944979/posts/default/115654219650509322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatloopsailing.blogspot.com/2006/08/goodbye-lake-erie.html' title='Goodbye Lake Erie'/><author><name>Sailing-Spouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17266583797712862824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26944979.post-115636809178048970</id><published>2006-08-23T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T14:11:48.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tying Up Loose Ends</title><content type='html'>Augusr 24, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little over three weeks and we'll be off on our big adventure. Mike has to deliver a boat, take care of tax clients, rent an apartment, make arrangements for his dog, put the farm in a realtor's hands and mow all the lawns. It's what he calls semi-retired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/1600/sir%20island%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/400/sir%20island%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to visit family in western NY and do Grandmother duty while Mike is going to deliver our 1975 27' Catalina. I can't believe he sold it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/400/sirisland.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we are down to two boats. Well, I think you can call the item in the yard a boat. The boat was nameless when he acquired it and he wanted to name the boat &lt;em&gt;Carol Ann&lt;/em&gt; but I told him no thanks, do not name that puddle jumper after me. He liked that and now &lt;em&gt;Puddle Jumper&lt;/em&gt; is the name of the boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/400/puddle%20jumper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We have mixed emotions about selling the farm. We wile away many ours by the creek and feel like we have our own state park. We especially enjoy the bicycle path that runs through the property.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/1600/farm1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/320/farm1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/1600/farm2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/320/farm2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/400/farm%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Puppy dog is a main concern for Mike. We often see cruisers with dogs but it not something we will ever consider.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/400/puppydog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26944979-115636809178048970?l=greatloopsailing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greatloopsailing.blogspot.com/feeds/115636809178048970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26944979&amp;postID=115636809178048970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26944979/posts/default/115636809178048970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26944979/posts/default/115636809178048970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatloopsailing.blogspot.com/2006/08/tying-up-loose-ends.html' title='Tying Up Loose Ends'/><author><name>Sailing-Spouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17266583797712862824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26944979.post-115531947929622517</id><published>2006-08-11T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T12:34:49.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buffalo to Home Port</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/1600/DSC00609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/400/DSC00609.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tuesday, July 18. 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here we go again......it's 6:30 AM and we are off to Dunkirk. Some of the locals told us it is a fun port . Unfortunately the wind and waves were in our face. We were able to sail only three hours out of the eight and arrived in Dunkirk at 2:30 PM. We docked at Chadwick Bay Marina which gives a discount to USBoat members (very reasonable) .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;We rode our bikes, checked out the Maritime Museum and had a great dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tuesday, July 19, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A 6:30 start and we are at Preque Isle State Park Marina in a mere 8 1/2 hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We decide to anchor out in the far west end of the bay and Mike proves to be quite adept at securing the anchor. We settle in next to a great old boat, Mike grills a couple of steaks and as the boat gently turns we enjoy a circular view of wonderful sights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/400/DSC00607.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/400/DSC00612.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/400/DSC00614.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thursday, July 20, 2006&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fairport is a 70 mile trek so we started out at 5:45 AM and were delighted we were able to sail. The sky had been overcast all day and we had our weather gear handy. We did not anticipate the severe thunderstorm with 50 mile an hour winds that came upon us. Forunately Mike had dropped the sails, we had our life jackets on and he was able to keep the bow pointed into the weather. Our Bimini took quite a beating and will require substantial repairs but we we have gained confidence in our boat and Mike's sailing skills. We docked at Geneva State Park once the weather subsided and just missed another storm. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Friday July 21, 2006 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The weather looked OK as we headed for Vermillion. Just past Lorraine we sighted a Lake freighter. I can tell you the name: &lt;em&gt;American Fortitude &lt;/em&gt;because we had a very close (I would say too close) view of the ship. It's difficult to judge the speed of the freights and the Captain wasn't sure if he should turn and go behind it or pass in front of it. You be the judge.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/400/DSC00624.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/400/DSC00625.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/400/DSC00629.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We anchored at the Vermillion Public Dock this trip and had a great view of all the comings and goings of the locals out for an evening cruise. There are some great old boats at Vermillion.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/400/DSC00631.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/400/DSC00634.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saturday, July 22, 2006&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Only 55 miles to our homeport Anchor Point in Curtice, Ohio.  Three to five foot waves and 15 MPH wind with 25 to 30 mile an hour gusts provided rather challanging.  At first riding the waves was fun but became tedious after three or four hours. It was a good feeling to be back in our home port. We survived the Buffalo excursion so its looke like we are destined to do &lt;em&gt;The Great Circle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26944979-115531947929622517?l=greatloopsailing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greatloopsailing.blogspot.com/feeds/115531947929622517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26944979&amp;postID=115531947929622517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26944979/posts/default/115531947929622517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26944979/posts/default/115531947929622517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatloopsailing.blogspot.com/2006/08/buffalo-to-home-port.html' title='Buffalo to Home Port'/><author><name>Sailing-Spouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17266583797712862824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26944979.post-115521824118951761</id><published>2006-08-10T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T13:34:44.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eight Days at First Buffalo River Marina</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/1600/DSC00594.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/400/DSC00594.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about a unique setting........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/400/DSC00591.jpg" border="0" /&gt; This ship, USS The Sullivans DDG68 is moored near our dock at the First Buffalo River Marina. It is a memorial to five brothers from Waterloo, Iowa who served together on the USS JUNEAU during World II. The Sullivan brothers: George, 28; Francis, 27; Joseph, 24; Madison, 23; and Albert, 20; lost their lives during the Battle of Guadalcanalon Nov. 13, 1942. They were adamant about serving together in spite of Navy wartime policy separating family members. To prevent a tragedy of this magnitude from happeneing again, Congress passed the &lt;em&gt;Sullivan Law,&lt;/em&gt; which would prevent brohers (and hopefully sisters) from serving on the same ship. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/1600/DSC00593.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/400/DSC00593.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not only is the is the view unique at the Buffalo marina but where else can you awaken to the aroma of hot cooked cereal emanating from the General Mills Plant across the way. The Buffalo skyline includes numerous vacant building with massive grain storage silos. There are some right here on the marina property.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/1600/DSC00576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/400/DSC00576.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My daughter Jennifer and her sons Max and Jacob joined us for a sail. Husband Brian promises he'll show up next trip. (I think he gets seasick.) It was great to see the boys enjoy the sailing.............and they came without i-pods or gameboys.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/1600/DSC00596.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/400/DSC00596.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mike's niece Debbie and her husband and four children all joined us for a sail that turned out to be a little too exciting. Several fell victim to seasickness but we enjoyed the visit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/1600/DSC00586.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/400/DSC00586.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mike loves feeding ducks and geese and no matter what marina we are in they seem to find him and his stale Ritz crackers. We enjoyed riding our bikes near the Tifft Nature Preserve and around the local marinas. Deer, wild turkey, lots of bunnies and birds greeted us daily. At RCR Yachts we saw our first &lt;em&gt;brick &lt;/em&gt;boat. Upon returning the following day for a picture we were disappointed to find it gone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mike met with his old buddies from Bishop Duffy High School, Niagara Falls, New York (Class of 1959.) Paul Brynski, Peter MacPherson, Joe Moran, Lenny Bevilaqua, Lee Erickson and Mike met at the Red Coach for lunch and rehashed a few old high school football games. Mike and I visited with Judie and Peter Macpherson at their new summer place at Sherkston Shores. The weather did not cooperate on Monday July 18 so we set out for home at 6:30 AM Tuesday July 18, 2006.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26944979-115521824118951761?l=greatloopsailing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greatloopsailing.blogspot.com/feeds/115521824118951761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26944979&amp;postID=115521824118951761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26944979/posts/default/115521824118951761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26944979/posts/default/115521824118951761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatloopsailing.blogspot.com/2006/08/eight-days-at-first-buffalo-river.html' title='Eight Days at First Buffalo River Marina'/><author><name>Sailing-Spouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17266583797712862824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26944979.post-115394399196101664</id><published>2006-07-26T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T06:42:05.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sailing to Buffalo</title><content type='html'>July 5, 2006&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after 1:00 PM Wednesday we departed Chillicothe, Ohio for Anchor Point Marina preparing to set sail at 6:00 AM Thursday for Buffalo. I won’t bore you with details of all the preparation and work entailed in sailing (A lot of schlepping) I’ll just tell you about the fun things…well, some fun and some interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 6, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We set sail at 7:30 this morning after coffee and a pump out (the boat that is) at Meinke Marina (not a fun thing, I carry disposable gloves for the occasion). Sarah, daughter of owners of Meinke Marina was ready with fresh coffee, a weather update and a smile. No wind in port at 6:30 AM but after 7:30 there were 10 to 12 mph winds with lots of whitecaps. We sailed 6 to 7 miles an hour with a 60% reefed Genoa. Mike always points out to me we have no collapsible prop and need a new bottom but this boat is really fast. I point out to him it’s too bad the captain has no interest racing. Our course took us on the leeward side of Bass and Kelly Islands and it was downhill for the next hour. Ultimately we motored for the next 4 hours to Vermillion. The last time we were at Vermillion we stayed at the municipal dock and we were not the least bit impressed. The cost was $54.00 to dock for one night with electric but no water hook up. This time we called the Toledo Yacht Club on a lark because we do not belong to a Yacht Club that has reciprocal agreements and they had a slip available and were most gracious. It was a little pricier than most marinas we have frequented ($1.75 a foot) but well worth it; a great protected dockage with comfortable facilities, showers, TV, computer access, and a deck on the river to watch boats passing by and enjoy sunsets on the lake. The surroundings were scenic and peaceful, set in the quiet residential community of the Vermillion Lagoons. The docks were great (brand new and fixed) with connections for power, water, phone and cable. Cruising is not always easy and definitely not always comfortable and a stop at a place like the Vermillion Yacht Club goes a long way. Tom, the on-site manager was on hand as we pulled in to greet and assist us. He was very patient with my questionable docking skills. Vermillion, named after the red clay used by the Indians, is unique and has made the most of its waterfront and is a great place to stop when cruising Lake Erie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/400/DSC00565.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Two boats down from our dock at Vermillion is one of the most outstanding sailboats I have ever seen. It is a 53' Little Harbor Sailboat. Mike said it is 53' of gold. It displaces 62,000 pounds and took 16,000 man-hours (I prefer person hours) to build versus our boat that displaces 13,000 and we estimate too 420 person hours to build. The Little Harbor was designed by Ted Hood and built in Taiwan. They are headed out Monday For the Mackinaw Race and the boat's name is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Canvasback. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/400/little%20harbor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;A lovely sunset, a bike ride on the Vermillion canals, Beefeater martinis and Mike.....I'm a lucky girl! (I'm using the term girl rather loosely.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, July 7, 2006&lt;br /&gt;We left Vermillion heading to Fairport at 7:15 AM taking 12 hours to cover the 62 miles, sailing 4, motoring 4, and motor-sailing 4. The wind and weather surely dictate to sailors. Fairport is known to most sailors as Grand River and although the harbor appears to be commercial a trip upriver reveals several good clubs and marinas and a couple of popular restaurants. We dined at both Pickle Bill's and Brennans Fish House on a previous visit and enjoyed both experiences. This trip we anchored out (we need the practice) next to a Taiwan built double ender from Florida and enjoyed dinner on our boat with a lovely sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/400/DSC00566.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saturday, July 8, 2006&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At 6:45 AM we waved goodby to the fishermen and fisherwomen, took a last glimpse of the lighthouse at Fairport and set sail for Erie where we docked at the Woolverine Marina and Mike had "backing-up the boat" lessons.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/400/DSC00567.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Erie's Bayfront is undergoing a dramatic revitaliztion. We hope to anchor out at Presque Isle State Park on our return voyage. While docked at Erie awaiting boat repairs last year we had time to explore the lore of the Battle of Lake Erie at the Maritime Museum on the waterfront. We enjoyed an excellent view of the Niagara docked directly across from our boat . Erie is homeport of the U.S. Brig Niagara and we toured of the vessel learning of the operation and sailing of such a vessel and the life of the crew.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/400/niagara.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reconstructed Niagara was launched in 1988 to serve as a floating museum and ambassador for Pennsylvania. It has an active sail training program during the summer months.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sunday, July 9, 2006&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A very long day.......Mike, when does the fun begin?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We left Erie at 6:00 AM and arrived in Buffalo at the 1st Buffalo River Marina at 7:15 PM. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We anticipate a great week or more visiting with family and friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 4px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 11px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="300" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/400/DSC00601.jpg" width="341" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26944979-115394399196101664?l=greatloopsailing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greatloopsailing.blogspot.com/feeds/115394399196101664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26944979&amp;postID=115394399196101664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26944979/posts/default/115394399196101664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26944979/posts/default/115394399196101664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatloopsailing.blogspot.com/2006/07/sailing-to-buffalo.html' title='Sailing to Buffalo'/><author><name>Sailing-Spouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17266583797712862824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26944979.post-115193262638760141</id><published>2006-07-03T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T07:02:39.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sailing is Enticing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/1600/Silent%20Passage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/320/Silent%20Passage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 26, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go...me, Mike and the Ford Dually laden with sails, bottom paint, respirator, boat wash and cleaner, boat wax, buffer, linens, groceries and Beefeaters gin for our martinis. Mike keeps telling me this is fun. We live in Chillicothe Ohio and our 36 Morgan (one of three sailboats) is docked on Lake Erie at Anchor Point Marina, a mere 3½ hour drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our launch date is May 28 and we are hopeful the new heat exchanger and cutlass bearing as well as prop and shaft balancing and alignment were successful after last years fiasco. We plan to sail western Lake Erie until we head out to Buffalo, New York in July in preparation for our big adventure, cruising the great loop this fall. This is the second year we have planned to cruise the Great Circle. Cruising the Great Loop and the Carribean has been a dream of Mikes' and I must admit I have found sailing to be quite enticing. He dreams of the solitude of sunset at sea and I require internet access and a high end mall but somehow, it has all come together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year (July 2005) we headed out of Anchor Point Marina in Curtice, Ohio toward Buffalo with the intent of gaining experience before attempting the great circle. We set sail for Buffalo mid-June and stopped first at the Lorain Harbor. We stayed at Spitzer Lakeside Marina. The next night we anchored out at Fairport and started sailing toward Erie around 6:00 AM. We sailed for a while and lost the wind. While motoring we heard a noise coming from the engine area. Mike investigated; found we sheared a bolt holding the bracket to the alternator. It cracked the aluminum timing gear cover. But my CPA spouse was convinced he could fix it well enough to get us to Erie. The last thing he fixed successfully was his bike when he was 7 years old. Shortly after his temporary fix was completed we heard another noise emanating from the engine area, louder and more violent than the previous one. So here we are …no engine and no wind. But not to worry, we have USBoat Towing Insurance. We called the 1-800 number and thus the saga continues. It was 2:00 PM, we were 25 miles away from Erie and Mike asked the towing attendant how many miles our $350.00 towing package would cover and or how much towing time would be covered and their reply was always the same: “KEEP SAILING”. He was unable to get an answer to that question. The wind was off the beam, very light, 2 to 4 miles and constantly changing. Everyone we spoke with said wind on land was 10 to 15 miles an hour. We sailed for 5 hours and averaged 3 to 4 miles an hour and covered around 20 miles. At this point BoatUS decided to come out for us. They arrived around 8:00 PM; the captain seemed competent and in charge, perhaps even inspirational. He proceeded to back up to our forward quarter with his swim deck and put two holes, two inches wide, 2 inches above the water with two projectiles off the swim deck of the tow boat. We reminded him we wanted to be saved not sunk. He pulled us for five very peaceful, scenic miles until we turned to go into Presque Isle Bay in a dark dusk while the cowboys in powerboats tried to figure out if there really was a 200 foot tow line. We turned into the rumored 18-20 mile an hour winds. Between the music from local bands and the wind we couldn’t hear the tow operator shouting instructions to us as we headed toward Lund Boat Works. They are reputed to be the best in the city dock area for a sailor according to F.L. Davis Cruising Guide to Lake Erie.  The towboat tow rope became entangled and both boats veered to the right barely avoiding a collision with boats docked in a Marina next to Lunds. We all decided it was prudent to stay right where we were as the winds continued. Next morning the owner of Bay Shore Marina where we docked was most gracious when he heard our tale of woe and USBoat towed us to Lund. The Bay Harbor Marina management(they provide the USBoat Towing) were very accomodating and provided us with access to their facilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks later we left letting the wind determine our direction. The wind was blowing out of the East so we headed home to Ohio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26944979-115193262638760141?l=greatloopsailing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greatloopsailing.blogspot.com/feeds/115193262638760141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26944979&amp;postID=115193262638760141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26944979/posts/default/115193262638760141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26944979/posts/default/115193262638760141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatloopsailing.blogspot.com/2006/07/sailing-is-enticing.html' title='Sailing is Enticing'/><author><name>Sailing-Spouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17266583797712862824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26944979.post-114597613068965511</id><published>2006-04-25T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T06:11:00.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How did I end up a sailor?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/1600/SILENT%20PASSAGE%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/2826/320/SILENT%20PASSAGE%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_client = "pub-1851985967949818";&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_width = 728;&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_height = 90;&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_format = "728x90_as";&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_type = "text_image";&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_channel ="";&lt;br /&gt;//--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&lt;br /&gt;  src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_client = "pub-1851985967949818";&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_width = 728;&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_height = 90;&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_format = "728x90_as";&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_type = "text_image";&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_channel ="";&lt;br /&gt;//--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&lt;br /&gt;  src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_client = "pub-1851985967949818";&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_width = 728;&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_height = 90;&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_format = "728x90_as";&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_type = "text_image";&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_channel ="";&lt;br /&gt;//--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&lt;br /&gt;  src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know when an old high school sweetheart visited in January 2003 I would embark on an adventure that would push my learning curve to unfathomable depths. He was a great dancer in his youth and hasn't lost his touch. He has waltzed me into his world of sailing and "old" sailboats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I thought my move to Frankfort, Ohio from the Lewiston, Youngstown area of western New York to a farm with cattle and an hours drive to the nearest Barnes and Noble was enough of a challenge for a 61 year old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_client = "pub-1851985967949818";&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_width = 728;&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_height = 90;&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_format = "728x90_as";&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_type = "text_image";&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_channel ="";&lt;br /&gt;//--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&lt;br /&gt;  src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26944979-114597613068965511?l=greatloopsailing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greatloopsailing.blogspot.com/feeds/114597613068965511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26944979&amp;postID=114597613068965511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26944979/posts/default/114597613068965511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26944979/posts/default/114597613068965511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatloopsailing.blogspot.com/2006/04/how-did-i-end-up-sailor.html' title='How did I end up a sailor?'/><author><name>Sailing-Spouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17266583797712862824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
