The Finger Island bay is unsounded but the chart does have white and blue areas. I decided to
explore only the white areas as the blue might be too shallow. It is 3 PM and the wind is picking
up. This bay is not as sheltered as one would like. We can’t anchor in any of the white areas as
the depths are all 35-75 feet and there is no protection. Mark is on the bow looking for rocks as
we carefully nose our way into a blue area - looking for one of Marjorie’s “beautiful spots in
excess of ten feet”.
C R U N C H ! !
The keel is now on top of a rocky area and people are upset! But we got over it! Whew!
No one wants to anchor here now - it's still too deep and too windy. So we must go over or past
that same spot to get out. I moved over about 25 feet hoping to miss it and
C C R R U U NN NN C C H H ! !
We.re really on it this time - dancing on the keel - rotating - forward - reverse - wind picking up.
People are upset. White faces. Big eyes.
I spin the boat around, back her off the ledge and we’re on the way out. We’re now heading for
a new anchorage at the Georgian Bay Fishing Camp. Mark takes the helm. It is about a 2-
hour trip so we will get there after 5 PM.
We are going extra slow - people are upset - we are counting buoys and Islands and watching
the chart. The wind is still blowing pretty good, enough on the beam to provide some leeway -
not enough that the helmsman would notice as he shares his attention between the chart and
the next buoy - but enough to put us 20 feet further to starboard in a narrow channel.
This rock had only a small amount of water over it. We hit hard. We stopped dead. The mast is
whipping back and forth. The halyards and shrouds are clanging. Mark's hand is bleeding. Linda
grabs me and just prevents me from going head first down the companionway. People are
upset. What comes after white faces and big eyes!?
Somehow we arrive at the Georgian Bay Fishing Camp and quite willingly accept the invitation
to tie up at his dock for the night. Very nice people. They invited us in for excellent coffee and
homemade cake. I ate two pieces. No one else could eat. [I wanted more but I did not want to
seem hoggish].
We spent an hour chatting with Dave and his partner. They had just bought the place - saw it for
the first time in January. Unbelievable fishing - you must go there some time.
It is now about 3 hours since we first hit bottom. The coffee and warm cake have helped but no
one is really relaxed yet. We head back to the boat. Maybe a light supper would be nice - soup
and a sandwich.