Does anyone understand Women?

Oh my, what's Wally going to post this time? Will this be a rant about women in general, women in particular, or just some women? Well, you be the judge here as I tell you about my troubles with the women in my life...
Last year it was Irene. This year, it's Sandy. And we won't even talk about the havoc that Kathy or Sue have wrought...
I'm speaking of hurricanes of course, what on earth would make you think otherwise?
I've finally got the mast down, at Bridges Marina in Port Dover and I'm ready to head for the Erie Canal, after a stop in Port Colborne - another place with some great memories from past visits.
However, just about everyone I know, plus everyone on Facebook, and quite a few from this blog, have emailed, phoned or otherwise made a point of telling me about Hurricane Sandy (and thank you for your concern), now coming up on the Bahamas and predicted to hit the US east coast next week....just coincidentally coming up to bash the Erie Canal.
Last year, Irene pretty much totaled the canal - it tore out two entire locks, and in some places dredged entirely new channels. The rushing waters at some points were more than 20 feet above normal - even damaging bridge structures well above the water. These pictures from Tug 44's website show the carnage.

A nice closeup of the dam at E-11, shows the ribs are sprung and bent backwards. This dam is wrecked.   photos from http://www.tug44.org/flood/hurricane-irene-2011/. 

This photo shows a view of Erie Canal Lock E-10. The foreground was the parking lot, but now it has become a new channel of the Mohawk River. The white thing in the water is all that remains of the 100 year old Power House. The raging torrent scoured out the foundation and the 2 story masonry building collapsed into the hole.   photos from http://www.tug44.org/flood/hurricane-irene-2011/.
 

Amazingly, the State of New York completed the repairs over the winter and opened for the 2012 season on time. That was an astounding feat of work, one most people said couldn't be done.
This year, we have Sandy coming up the coast just in time to meet me on the Erie Canal - maybe, since she's clearly still considering it if the weather reports can be believed. 
Now I don't usually object to a woman coming to meet me at the boat, say at someplace nice like Fairport, for lunch, but Sandy will likely have other plans. She may, in fact, prevent me from going south this winter if she floods the locks the way Irene did last year. 
It appears though that the Canal Corp has learned a lesson from last year and are already prepping the system for high water, and Sandy, like most women, isn't sure just where she's going....oh oh, now I've done it, haven't I? I"m watching the hurricane monitoring site almost on an hourly basis, hoping Sandy will decide on an Atlantic cruise rather than upstate New York.
Here's what Sandy's current plans are...notice the Tuesday storm centre, just to the east of the eastern terminus of the Erie Canal.

Notice the Wednesday center, right up just about on the east end of the canal.....oh my!

The second map shows the likeliehood of 34 mph plus winds on the projected storm path - in other words, on the Erie Canal region. As of Friday night, that's anywhere from 10 - 30%. If Sandy's current forecast bears out, that will very shortly be 80 - 90% and that green colour will be purple, or 100%. I have no idea what colour I'll be at that point...
So, any suggestions on what I should do here? Go west to the canal, stay put on Lake Erie, hire a truck and avoid this mess....buy a vowel maybe? Wait! I've got the solution - I'll buy an RV and head for New Mexico - they never have hurricanes there and it's warm....of course, they've got tornadoes, which are notorious for attacking aluminum cans on wheels.....just ask any trailer park resident.
On the brighter side, the people I've met so far here in Port Dover have been great. Brian, who reads this blog religiously - ok, maybe not quite that fastidiously - dropped by the dock this morning with a cup of Timmie's - bless you my friend....and invited me to breakfast with fellow sailor Hillary - that would be as in the guy who climbed Mount Everest, and not as in Clinton. You can check out Brian's blog here: Dock Six Chronicles. 
Later on, I spent several pleasant hours chatting with Liam - hard to believe we actually got the mast down on the deck today with all the fun we had, but we did. I can see I'll be returning to Port Dover in the future.
Ok, that's it for today....have a great weekend everyone.

Wild Weekend in Windsor

Ok, it wasn't a wild weekend in that sense, but I pick up lots more stray readers with that title so it's good for the blog stats! What it was was a wonderful weekend with new friends Paul and Mary Ouellette, of Windsor. 

Here's where I am now, in Port Stanley.

I pulled into Lakeview Marina on Friday to be greeted by Mary. Paul showed up shortly after and once the boat was tucked away, we were off to the best rib dinner I have ever had. Seriously tasty food. Saturday was spent running errands and doing some exploring with Paul and then that evening, we went out for THE BEST T-BONE STEAK I have ever experienced. I say experienced, because to just say 'tasted' doesn't do justice to how good this was. Let me put it this way: bless that cow for living so well, bless the farmer who fed it, bless the butcher who cut that slice of meat, bless the chef who lovingly prepared it exactly right, bless the cute young waitress who brought it to the table...oh, and Paul, many MANY thanks for bringing me there!
That evening, Paul and I sat up and discussed traveling the ICW, which Paul intends to do when he retires on his boat, Winpipe, a Beneteau 36. Did I say discussed? Ha! Paul picked my brains - he may well now be the world's second best expert on the ICW, and it was loads of fun.
Sunday, the weather turned nice, finally, and I got a late start out of Lakeview, ending up at Kingsville in a commercial harbour. 
The original plan was to head across to the American side to Put In Bay, then harbour hop down to Dunkirk and have the mast taken down there. However, I had not been able to contact the club to confirm that it could be done, so I decided to stay on the Canadian side as far as Port Stanley, giving me the option of going to several different places if Dunkirk wasn't available.
From Kingsville, I had a whole two hours of great sailing before the winds died, screaming along at 6.5 - 7 knots in a lovely beam reach. After that, it was chugging along with Yanni, the ever faithful Yanmar diesel, to Erieau. I decided to take a break there, then continue on another 35 miles to Port Stanley. That four hour break cost me dearly.
Had I not taken the time for dinner and a nap, I would have arrived in Port Stanley at half past midnight. Instead, at half past midnight, I was still 20 some miles out when the winds began to pick up. I was able to motorsail for a while (sail with motor running, more speed) and then the winds picked up and went on the nose. And the waves, they picked up to. Now I was slamming into 3 - 5 footers and going nowhere. Worst of all, short of turning around and giving up the 20 plus miles I'd made, there was nowhere TO go. It was Port Stanley or nothing.
Speed is now down to 2 knots, sometimes less, and that's with the sails up. They're doing nothing of course because of the wind direction and there's no point in tacking, i.e. heading off at 45 degrees to get some wind advantage. To go to starboard means a much greater tack than 45° because the winds are off to that side. I'd lose far too much distance and slam even harder into the waves. To go to port meant heading towards the shore, never a smart move on a lee in bad weather.
Poor Aduana (the Wonderpuppy®), meanwhile, was huddled between my legs, shivering in fright. The only good thing about the entire night was that it was warm and it only rained briefly, and lightly. Other than that, it was one of the most unpleasant sails I've ever had, by about a factor of 20. The nastiness finally quit about 5:30, but by then, my mainsail was in tatters: it had been too rough to risk going out to drop it. I was planning on replacing it anyway when I got to Annapolis, and I consciously made the decision not to go forward knowing I was likely to lose the sail, but it's still irksome.
Finally, about 7 am, we turned into the entrance buoys for Port Stanley, a place of very good memories for me. I took those memories with me into the v-berth and went to blessed sleep.

GET ME OUTTA HERE!

These big winds just won't quit. I'm stuck in Sarnia today, high winds out of the south and they're continuing tomorrow as well, but stronger. Since the trip from here to Lake Erie is on the river though, with Lake St. Clair in the middle, I'm going to head out in the morning for Windsor. Here's the plan, Stan....and everyone else of course...

I'm at the top of the page, in Sarnia. I follow the blue line down the river, and would normally take that route across the lake. However, as you can see, the winds are right on the nose, at 25 mph. Plus, Lake St. Clair is very shallow - average 12 feet or so - meaning that the wind will kick up fairly short, nasty waves of about three feet. That's not fun. And the current, that will help me get down the river, doesn't help, because the wind against that current makes the waves shorter, and steeper, and generally nastier.
So Plan 'B' is to head to the western shore and hide from the waves while I run south to Windsor. 
There IS a Plan 'C' - hire a truck and head down I75 to Miami and the heck with these damn winds. Fortunately, they're supposed to diminish by the weekend, which of course is when I get to Lake Erie and these south and southwest winds would be working in my favour.
Just who is in charge of this asylum anyway?

A Goderich Surprise....

There I was, standing in the companionway, trying to find a perfectly good - or even reasonably good - excuse to not get out the 800 grit and sand down the interior of the cockpit and then wax it. I've been planning on doing this job for a while now - a long while actually. Too long if the truth were known...
The argument with my conscience was getting heated and it seemed like the job was going to get done today, no suitable excuse being found. I'd already written an article for SAIL, done a proposal for another article, sent them both in and updated some other work. There wasn't anything left undone.
Then, I saw a pair of legs, no, make that two pairs of legs, standing on the dock, everything from the knees up being blocked by the bimini. What's this about, since I'm on a commercial dock and there's no traffic here?
Those legs belonged to Al and Susan, who are readers of this blog from this area and who came down to say hello. What a fabulous surprise. Not only did I get to meet two neat sailors and enjoy their company, I did not have to muck out that cockpit now. I had a perfect, guilt-free excuse to not do what I should be doing - sort of like fat free cherry cheesecake, or great tasting non alcoholic beer.
Ok, that third one doesn't really exist, but you get my meaning, and I refuse to believe that cherry cheesecake isn't good for you. 
Al and Susan are now in the last stages of getting ready to go cruising themselves, with Susan's job ending mid next year. They tell me their intentions are to enrich a variety of marine retailers at the Toronto Boat Show this January, since Susan will still have an income, and there's still lots of boat stuff they need. I didn't have the heart to tell them that that aspect of cruising will never change...
Anyhow, Al and Susan, thanks for the visit! I can use all the pleasant surprises like that I can get. I'll look forward to seeing you at the Toronto Boat Show in January, and on the water next summer....AND....down south the winter after that!
The winds have been howling today, making it very pleasant to be tucked up here in the harbour, and it looks like I won't be heading out tomorrow as hoped for, since the winds (I just checked now) are predicted to be S 25 - 30. Why does that not surprise me? Tuesday looks like the day to go, with winds going into the NW, making Sarnia do-able.
Al, if you get this and you aren't busy tomorrow, I forgot to get your email and give you and Susan my card. Drop by for lunch if you're free.

I'm free, I'm free.....sort of!

Well, finally out of Tobermory! It only took what, ten days before the weather cleared up? Left yesterday morning at 7:20 am - winds were still healthy, but way down from what they were. Seas were easily three feet, with a few six footers wandering around looking for someone to smack around. Since I was the only damn fool out there, they smacked me around for a bit.
As predicted, the winds died down fairly quickly, as did the waves, so it was a motorsail to Goderich - a long motorsail, I didn't arrive here until 12:41 am - just over 90 nm, or over 100 statute miles. A long day, but when the winds die down (yes, they're back, they followed me here I think), I'll have a good shot at making Sarnia. I figure sometime next May...if I'm lucky.
For the many times I've stopped in Goderich, until today I've never wandered up into the town to check it out. Since I'm stuck here for a couple of days, I wandered up the hill to look things over. This is a beautiful town, I should have done this years ago. 
The path up from the marina puts you at the top of the harbour, (fabulous views from the top of the harbour looking over the lake), with all the old mansions and it's just lovely. From there, I wandered into the downtown  and noticed there were quite a few properties undergoing construction. I stopped at an art shop and spoke to the owner, who happens to be the head of the BIA here. There was a major tornado here a year ago August - an F3 - that tore the town up. It stripped every tree from the town center, plus tore out a lot of the beautiful historic buildings, which are now being rebuilt.
Fortunately, wiser heads have prevailed, and the downtown is being rebuilt in the same heritage style.  I'd put photos up, but my internet connection here is terrible - this will barely load, so please forgive me.
However, check the town out online, it really is very nice - here's a good link for photos. The center of town is an octagon, and all the streets radiate outwards from it as you can see. There are also some good photos of the hurricane damage, such as the one of a church with a hole right through it, and a before and after of the town center with - and without - trees. They're replanting the trees at the end of November, and investing in several that are 60 feet in height.
More tomorrow - once I can get a better connection. I'll post those photos of the harbour I mentioned. Have a great Saturday night everyone.

Going, going...GONE!

Good morning all you early morning types out here...the winds have, at last, turned as predicted. I'll be casting off the dock in about a half hour or so after walking the pup - at last.

It'll be good to be underway again, heading south for the warm weather. Wish you could join me! So while you're dreaming of warm weather and great sailing for the next six months, here's some pics I shot in Biscayne Bay and in Cuba...which reminds me, be watching for my story on BB in December's SAIL Magazine.
Bye for now everyone....miss ya!

Outta here!

Yep, it's looking like a go! Despite the fact that the winds on Lake Huron right now are anywhere from 25 to 40 mph, by tomorrow morning they will be 15 - 20 and decreasing. By afternoon, I'll probably be using the diesel because the winds are supposed to die off entirely. Maddening. It's either too much wind, too much wind in the wrong direction, or no wind at all. At least it's supposed to be sunny.
Who's in charge of this asylum anyway?
So tomorrow, the goal is to leave very early in the morning and knock off 2/3s of the distance to Sarnia - call it 80 miles, and then duck in to the most convenient harbour. Why not go all the way to Sarnia? Love to, but the winds are predicted to go back into the south tomorrow evening, and increase to about 25 over Saturday. Come Sunday or Monday, they back to the east and then hopefully north again, allowing me to get, at last, out of Lake Huron.
Once in Sarnia, it's onto the river and head down to Windsor for a visit with Paul, who's been teasing me with visions of BBQ ribs and fine wines...at least he wasn't cruel enough to suggest hot showers, a traveling sailor's favourite treat after a long couple of days on a boat. And since I've been docked right beside the showers here anyway...
Anyway, here's Monday's wind pattern for Lake Huron. I'll be just past halfway down, right on the border of the lime and yellow. That's anywhere from 25 - 35 knot winds, and notice - they're right from the direction I'm going in.
Who's in charge of this madhouse again?

Wee'se BUSTIN' OUT!

Okay, boyz and girlz....here's da plan....dem winds are toynin' around Thoysday night late....dat means da waves, dem big ol' waves, ought to be toynin' not long after dat. Dat's what da forecaster sez, but ya know, ya can't trust dem forecasters. If dey gets it wrong, we'ze gonna have ta shoot 'em. 
So we gonna be ready Thoyday night to bust outta here anytime after midnight, to escape dis place. Any questions? Ok, let's do it! Next stop, Al's restaurant in Varadero, Cuba..... 

Al Capone's former home in Varadero Cuba, now a restaurant

Newspaper article on Capone inside restaurant

 

 Actually, this is about how I do feel - like I've been trapped here for ten days and it's time to escape. I'll be watching the winds, waves and weather closely from here on out, and as soon as a window appears, I am SO OUT OF HERE!

Free Tartan 27

If you've been looking for a decent boat and are a bit short of cash - and who isn't these days - here's a good boat, older Tartan 27, for free on Craigslist....Tartan 27.
Let me know if you decide to pick this boat up and if so, we'll follow your adventures in rebuilding it here on LiveBloggin' with your very own page!
By the way, the last free boat we moved on this site was a Trumpy -  Classic Trumpy for free, and that was SOME nice boat. I'll see if I can get an update on what's happening with it. 
Also, don't forget to check out the amazing Lobster Cam, featured here on LiveBloggin'...saw a couple of starfish today rambling through the lobster pot. Amazing site.

Where's Wally?

Well, if you want to know, I'm in hiding! Yes...hiding, and if you look at Wally's Weather Widget on the right hand side of the page, you'll see why. The winds are (again!) back from the south, and as you can see, Wednesday's forecast is for 30 - 35 mph winds, and waves to 11 feet. 
That's bad enough when it's at your back, but I'm heading south, straight into them. No thank you very much...I'm tied up to a dock protected from all that wind with nice hot showers about 30 feet away, grocery store about 70 yards, and the laundry and the pub is in between them. If this isn't the perfect bad weather location, I don't know what is. 
Ok - there's one better and that's the free dock in front of the Hooters, in Jacksonville FL - but other than that, this is pretty darn good.

A lot of ocean sailors pooh pooh Great Lake boating as not being difficult - what I've got in the diagrams here might make them rethink their opinions. 
Below is the wind graph for tomorrow - that bright green you see? Them are 25 - 30 knot winds (a knot is 1.15 mph)... I'm at the tip of that peninsula you see about center page. Where I'm going is to Sarnia, at the bottom of the lake (and the page). It's about 150 miles away. Now you see why I'm in hiding?

Wind speeds on Lake Huron

This second graphic shows wave heights for the same time period....that orange colour right about where I am now? Those are three metre waves - for those who don't speak metric, that's about 10 feet. And those are average wave heights. At least one third of all waves will be significantly greater - and I don't want to discover what 'significantly greater' means!
 The yellow is 2 - 2.5 metres and as you can see by the arrows....they're right on the bow, and they don't even begin to subside for about 75 miles down the coast, where they turn into mere 5 - 7 footers. I know, I know, I'm a big chicken. But at least I'm not being a turkey this Thanksgiving.

Wave heights on Lake Huron

So what have I been doing to keep myself entertained throughout all of this lovely weather? Well, I just wrapped up another story for SAIL Magazine about how to handle your dinghy flipping over while you're snorkeling for lobster, and put together a video for it as well which, if my editor approves the soundtrack (it features the Jaws' soundtrack!), ought to be very entertaining.
But the highlight of the past weekend was at the local Legion - I popped in for a quick brew there on Friday evening, and was talked into being the DJ for the following night. Oh yes, you didn't know that was one of my talents, did you? 
So come Saturday we were rocking the house and I got quite the education from the kids at the pub. Since I last dj'd, technology has wrought some wonderful things. For example, rather than all those fancy electronics - turntables, cd players, amps, etc., it's possible to actually run two big speakers - with the iTunes app on your smart phone. 
Yep, it's that easy - so every time the kids had a request, I'd take their iPhone and plug it in to play their song - because for sure, I not only didn't have that music, I'd never heard of the songs or the groups.
Then someone showed me that you could not only play the song, but you could also bring up songs from YouTube on the internet with the video, so that if you had a hookup to a screen, you could broadcast the video along with the music. Talk about cool! Not only cool, but I got paid for the evening. Life is good! 
The other weekend highlight was a visit from my good friend Gord, from Toronto. I cooked up some fabulous steaks, getting them just right and after our night at the Legion (Gord shot pool), we sat up, drank beer till four in the morning and basically solved the problems of the world. I'm sure you noticed how much better things were on Sunday, right? You didn't? Hmmm....more beer maybe?
I even managed to get some boat work done on Sunday, sewing up a torn seam in the mainsail. I'm planning to put together a new video on making a mainsail, using the Sailrite kit, as a follow up to the repair video you can see here on the site. The repair has lasted two years (thank you Kathy!) which is what we were told to expect, and now it's time to replace that sail.
So - now you know Where Wally is. Stay tuned...

Buying a Sailboat, Part II

Lots of emails about the last post, thanks for showing your interest. I promised part two of how to buy a sailboat. First of all however, I have to remind you, this information is worth exactly what you're paying for it, and also, just about every other sailor will have a different opinion. So....with that caveat in mind, here we go.

Have you thought about WHY you want a sailboat, and how you would like to use it? If you're buying a car and you spend a lot of time in the bush, you're going to want a four by four, not a Miata, right? Same thing applies to sailboats. What sort of boating do you plan to do? Are you just going to daysail for a few hours on a sunny weekend? Or is your long range plan to cruise the islands of the Caribbean, or perhaps head off to Tahiti (see my post about Tahiti)? Or perhaps just something in between? Or, like so many, are you not quite sure just where sailing might lead you to? That's what happened to me - the plan was to buy a small boat just to sail about in Georgian Bay - and look what happened to me! Oh my, that wasn't the plan at all...
Most people like the thought of a boat big enough to overnight in, have a meal, change into a swimsuit...but not so big that it represents an overly large challenge. Depending on your need for comfort, there are boats from 20 feet on up that will answer those needs, including several I mentioned in the last post.
If your eventual plans are to roam farther afield, and your pocketbook can handle it, you still might be wise to get a smaller boat now, get comfortable with it, enjoy it for a year or two until it feels a bit tight around the shoulders - and then sell it for a bigger boat. 
The advantage to this is that you've not put too much money into owning a boat at a time when you're really not sure you're going to enjoy the sport. As well, the time spent with the smaller boat will educate you as to what you eventually want and need in a boat.
So do you want a monohull (single hulled boat) or a catamaran with two hulls? Lots of people like the room on a cat, but the room doesn't really appear until you're at 40 feet or so - before that, they tend to be a bit cramped, but in different ways than a monohull. Also, they don't sail as well, although for those who don't like heeling, they do sail flat. Lastly, they cost a bunch more.
Next, do you want a lightweight, fast boat, or a heavier, cruiser type boat? Full keel or fin? Outboard or inboard diesel? Single mast or ketch rig?
The questions go on and on....and in sailing, there will never be a definitive answer. For every person, it's different. That's why I suggest to new or wannabe sailors that they go to their local yacht club and offer to crew on race nights. You get a great education in that way - you learn to sail, you learn about boats and you learn about boating, and all at no cost, since you're crewing. By the time you've done a season or two racing, you'll have a pretty good handle on what you want and need in a boat - and it wouldn't surprise me at all to discover that it's not what you thought you wanted.
Ok, this post is getting a bit long - and there's so much more to cover. Comment, or email me if you have questions and I'll try to answer them.
And, Happy Thanksgiving to all (it's Canadian Thanksgiving this weekend).

So you want to buy a sailboat...

It's going to be a couple of days before I get out of here - just take a look at the Buoyweather widget on the lower right of this page to see the current conditions. Oh yea.....time to sit back and reflect...

A while back, a good friend of mine and a reader of this blog told me she was interested in eventually getting her own sailboat, and indicated that she would wanted some advice. We haven't had the chance for that chat, so I'll give that advice here. This is done at the risk of annoying all the know it all sailors (just like me in other words!) who read this, here's my boat specific advice on the topic.

First, you need to decide just what you want to do, how and where you'll be sailing. I'm making one assumption here, and that's that you aren't interested in a dinghy type boat, but want a small cruising boat. For a beginner, I might suggest something along the lines of the Sirius at 22 feet, or the O'Day 23. These are attractive, well built boats, and trailerable as well. I cruised a friend's O'Day 23 down the west coast of Florida years ago and was quite impressed with it. The nice thing is that you can haul these boats out on a trailer, significantly reducing your costs for winter storage, or a marina during the season.
If you want to look at something just a big more serious, I heartily suggest the Challenger 23, or 7.4 as it was also known. This Canadian built boat was my first cruising boat, and nearly 800 of them were built. It has a solid keel at 3.5 feet draft, standing headroom at 5'10" and is built like a brick outhouse as it was designed as a small charter cruising boat for Nova Scotia waters. It also handles rough weather very well, and having been out in some 30 knots+ weather with mine, I speak from experience. You'll need a 130 or 140 genoa to get any real performance from it however, due to its weight. You can buy this boat all day long at less than $5000. It's trailerable, but you'll want to keep this one in a marina as hauling it in and out is a great deal more work than the previously mentioned boats.
In this same size range, the Grampian 23 comes in for some attention, and if you want a prettier boat with better performance, a Tanzer is a great choice. I just realized something interesting here - other than the O'Day, these are all Canadian boats so far. The Catalina 22 is also very well regarded in this size range.
Moving up towards 27 feet, you get into a lot of choices, and creature comfort increases in leaps and bounds as we grow in size. You've got the smaller C&Cs, Hunter and Catalina, plus the many older boat marques that have come and gone. There are lots of each of these on the market, it becomes more a matter of finding one that suits your pocketbook now. Some will have inboard engines, but many still will be outboard powered. Keep in mind, one of these boats needing some work can be had for as little as $1500 if you take your time and look around.
One special mention here - the Watkins 27. This boat is seriously underrated. I've sailed one, they sail fine, and they are well appointed, comfortable boats for their size. If you come across one of these, don't let the door to door soap sounding name put you off - it's one of the better boats of its size around.
The next step up brings me to my favourite small boat - the Catalina 30. Thousands of these have been built and if I ever again choose to have two boats, one north and one south, I'll get a Catalina 30 for the Great Lakes. This boat is blessed with lots of interior room, good sailing characteristics, and is a handsome boat as well. Because there are lots around, they come cheaply, particularly in the present market.
Enough for now - my next post, I'll discuss the decisions you should make before you go shopping - including the story of my disastrous first boat. Stay tuned folks, and if you have your own notions of what a good first boat is, email in your comments. Love to hear them.

WallyLuck strikes again!

Many years ago, a friend of mine noted that it didn't matter how bad things got for me, how yucky the pot I fell into, I always seemed to come out smelling like expensive cologne and wearing an expensive suit. She called that 'WallyLuck'. And she's right - things always seem to turn out right for me, even when things look really bad. I can live with that! Better to be lucky than good - we can always learn to be good, but we can't learn to be lucky, can we?
So, recently, I've been trying to get a 10 pound propane tank on the boat exchanged for a full one, with no luck. No one had the small tanks, at least not in the south part of Georgian Bay when I was there.
I use this particular tank for my onboard heater and since it's getting colder, I need it. That, or a lovely lady to keep me warm at night, but I digress. The 20 pound tank I can exchange at any grocery store, no problem, but it's the smaller tank I've been needing, and not finding.
So today, don't I find a place here that has a 10 pound propane tank for exchange? But here's where the WallyLuck kicks in. The owner of that store, which is on the waterfront, and I, discussed why there isn't a sailboat available for charter on this waterfront. He tells me not a day goes by the entire summer that he doesn't get a request from someone for a sailboat charter with a captain to go out on. He is willing to help me set up a charter operation for next summer, get the dock space, help promote and sell the charters....in one of the nicest and busiest areas of Georgian Bay. Now how good is that?
So it looks like I could well have a new business operation set up in one of Ontario's prime tourist areas next summer. We'll see how this turns out, but I'm excited about it.

Was checking the weather earlier today - as I mentioned, the winds have gone into the south and aren't switching for a while. I could be stuck here until the weekend. Fortunately, the pub is nearby, and the liquor store is a five minute walk away. Life is good...
Took some fabulous photos of Wingfield Basin, I'll post them soon. Lovely spot... pristine, quiet, pretty...

Heading south again....

Hello all - I'm once again underway, after far too long being tied to a dock. I would have headed out of Georgian Bay much sooner than I have, but a variety of issues - personal, business and just plain nasty winds and weather - have held me back.
The personal I've alluded to here a few weeks ago- and thank you for the words of support so many of you have offered me, it means a lot. It's very unpleasant to watch someone you care about launch themselves on a path that will ultimately be painful and self destructive, by hooking up with a pathologically violent individual - whether that pathology is caused by alcohol, drugs or violence (with this person, all three apply), it all ends up the same in the end. I've found out this is not the first time this woman has involved herself with an individual with substance abuse issues, or control issues. Of course, all of this implies that the woman in question has some serious and unresolved issues of her own that need dealing with, to even accept this sort of relationship. For anyone who wants the rest of the story, as Paul Harvey used to say, you can read about it at this website link.
Business wise, I've had several writing assignments to complete, which is good. The downside of these two issues however is that they've taken so much of my time that I'm simply not going to get to the Annapolis Sailboat Show this year - which, as those of you who have been there know is a really fun time. Great people, Painkillers at Pussers, lots of boats, more Painkillers....might as well buy the Painkiller cup and be done with it! But I'll miss waking up on my chum's boat in a lovely small marina, where I've stayed during past boat shows. There were some great mornings there as I remember...
Now about the nasty weather - I've discovered that I have an infallible wind predictor on my boat. It's the bow of my boat. Wherever I'm headed, the winds come from there. How does that work, you ask?
First, I determine a course - let's say, I'm heading north. Then I check the weather - it looks good. For example, leaving Georgian Bay, which is heading northwest, the winds were forecast as northeast - a beam reach, great sailing.
However, the winds were either nonexistant, or...northwest. So I get to Wingfield Basin. Now I am heading west. The winds are...you guessed it. West. On the nose. But just for that day. Then they go east, after I've arrived. But only for that next day of course.
My next run is roughly south, heading for Sarnia. The perfect winds would be northwest or northeast. The predicted winds? South or southwest, 20 - 30 knots. And for how long you ask? Three days. I am NOT kidding. 
This time of year, the winds are almost always out of the north-northwest. South winds are uncommon, at least, until Gypsy Wind is ready to head south. Then, we get south winds. So here I stay for a few days.
The good news is, each of you with a sailboat has a similar wind prediction instrument on your boat, and the best part of all? It's free to use, just head out sailing! The winds will come around as required, I guarantee it.
More later this week...despite all my complaining, it's simply gorgeous here - the leaves are just starting to turn, the summer tourist crowd is gone and the beer at the local pub is just as tasty as ever. I'm tied up right next to the showers, and close to everything else that matters - pub, grocery store, liquor store.... And once those winds have turned back to the north, the sailing will be fabulous - and hopefully, that will happen before the snow flies!

Sunny Sunny Sunny Days...

Remember that song from the band Lighthouse, in the 70s? Most Canadians will, I'm not so sure how popular the band was in the US though - but that's the weather we're having right now. Sunny, and mild. And I'm stuck inside working - it would be nicer to be outside in a Rav4, going for coffee or a cold drink on some nice patio and enjoy the sunshine and company. But, the bills have to be paid, so the work has to be done. Why couldn't I have been born rich, instead of incredibly sexy? (and who am I kidding?)
I'm getting ready to start heading the boat south again - well, north out of Georgian Bay, then south.
The plan for this trip - or should I say the 'intentions', since sailing doesn't always work out the way one expects - are to sail to Florida, return for the Toronto Boat Show, then cross over to the Bahamas, sail down to the Exumas, then across to Cuba and around to Cuba's beautiful south coast.
While in the Bahamas and Cuba, I will be shooting video for a new video and also a tv production about Cuba - you can see details of that at Cuba: Forbidden Paradise, along with some neat Cuba photos and videos. Make sure you 'like' the facebook page too please! That's http://facebook.com/cubaforbiddenparadise. 
Love to hear your opinions on all of this, and let me extend an invitation to everyone here, and especially the impish ones, lol - if you're interested in coming along for part of the ride, let me know. It's always great to have company on board, I get tired of sailing alone for so much of the time.

Underway....

Had about all the fun I could handle in Collingwood in the last week or so, and the weather was perfect today for a sail across Georgian Bay to the Midland area. Actually thought about putting in to Balm Beach area to invite a good friend to come sailing, something I'd promised to do this summer but doubted my friend would be available, so decided against it and went on to the Midland area instead. But at least I thought about it.
The Midland Town dock is where I kept my first sailboat years and years ago. It's a great spot and beside a big outdoor patio too - so great music and cold beer with friends on a sunny early fall Sunday. The only problem is that there are no other sailboats here - all power boats. Not that they're bad people, just that they have a different idea of what being on the water is about. The guys here used to abuse me terribly when I kept my boat here - so of course, I had to pick back on them. There were some hysterical practical jokes played, some by me, some on me. Ok, most of them on me, there were more of them! 
How about the time someone duct taped a hose to my bow pulpit and aimed the water to fall on my companionway hatch so I'd get soaked leaving the boat? Too cute. I managed to get someone to turn the water off, fortunately.
Here's a story from Write on the Water, a blog I used to contribute regularly to - enjoy!

I'll never forget that first morning I woke up aboard my new boat at the Midland town dock. I had stayed out far too late the night before inspecting the quality of some of Mr. Molson's product with friends. Instead of the quiet chirping of birds, I heard the plaintive voice of an eight year old girl, at far too early an hour - “Daddy, you put the worm on the hook for me please.”
I had awakened to a children's fishing derby. There were 350 children crowded onto every slip in the marina, including the one right beside my berth. This was not the serene and stress free sailing life I had heard and dreamed about. Hangovers need quiet time to heal and this wasn't helping mine in the least.
At some time in your sailing life, you must spend a summer at a public dock rather than a marina. It is a most interesting and entertaining experience. It can also, if you are single, be a rewarding way to meet attractive women who would like to go sailing.
While I knew the basics of sailing, it had been a long time since I had sailed at all. Fortunately, sailing is like sex or riding a bike. You never really forget, although your technique may need work. Also, like sex, there is always something new to learn, which make both sex and sailing far more interesting than biking, at least in my opinion!
The first sail on Publisher's Choice was six miles, from Penetang Harbour to the Midland Town Dock, with the marina manager's son crewing for me. We set out in a 10 knot west wind, meaning that we would sail to a port beam reach, jibe to a run and then a starboard beam reach into the docks.
It was later in the day (a Tuesday, I took the day off) when we set out and, while off Midland Point, the sun shone on the water in a bronze swath ending at my transom. Into that glow, another boat sailed behind us, becoming a silhouette against the falling sun. It was so beautiful it could only be an omen of great sailing to come. I was totally entranced and more than ever convinced that I was doing the right thing. The only thing that could make it better would be to sell my first boat, as I would now be paying two slip fees. This is not a good thing for a boater on a budget I can assure you. Avoid it at all costs.

Thanks everyone...

Who knew? I was so exhausted the other night...I had intended to save the last post (http://tinyurl.com/8g5z37w) to review in the morning, and instead, posted it without realizing I had done so. 
All I can say is thanks for the thoughtful and caring posts from several of you...they were very much appreciated. I've done all that I can do and whatever happens is now out of my hands. Now I understand how a parent feels when a grown child goes and does something foolish, or dangerous - you live in fear of the worst because you care, yet there's nothing you can do but hope that person comes to their senses before they are badly hurt, or worse. It's not a fun feeling. 
The sad part is knowing I've lost a friend who mattered in my life - but I think that feeling goes both ways here and that this sadness is not being felt by me alone, when there are no funny text messages, or cute email forwards, or just a cheery 'hello', because . Funny how it's the little things that can mean so much in a friendship, isn't it?
I'll be back with some sailing stories in the next day or two - I'm just wrapping up a writing assignment, and haven't had a lot of time to put to this blog in the past couple of weeks. And, of course, I'll be preparing to head south soon....and back to the ICW.

OK, OK, I'm back!

Don't anyone panic, I'm still here, honest! It's been a busy, busy few weeks. Among other things, I'm completing several writing assignments, working on a new series of boating videos, fixing the boat (yes, again!), and getting some sailing in when I can.
Just before arriving here in Collingwood, I anchored out at Hope Island, and the next day sailed past (yes, actually sailed!) Christian Island, going past Faith Point...well, you get the picture. Took some great video on the way by and will eventually put it up here along with the music, but for now, you'll have to settle for this version of Gord Lightfoot's classic sailing song...
 
From Christian Island, I sailed on to Collingwood, to be almost greeted by a dear friend to go out for coffee - and 'almost greeted', because I had been expected to arrive the day previously. Ah well, it was a great try and I was very flattered!
After that, there was the Port Credit Boat Show, which went very successfully. I was asked to give two seminars each day, my ICW talk and the Cuba talk. I was quite pleased to discover that there was real interest in the Cuba seminar even here in Canada, since we can travel freely there.
So essentially, all is good. Almost.
However, there is a dark side to my life at the moment. I discovered, through friends, that the guy a good friend of mine has been dating has a serious criminal record for violence against his partners. There are  peace bonds against him from several women, including one whom I have met as the friend of a friend. 
The charges include possession of drugs (a suitcase full of them in fact), and other charges dating back to 1996. He has been to jail at least once, if not twice, in the past year over the most recent charges, and once for violation of the peace bond against the last girlfriend.
She is entirely unaware of any of this. That's because people like this do everything they can to hide their past.
I've contacted the court in the city where this all happened and they are sending me records of the charges and convictions - because what usually happens in these situations, the woman refuses to believe that her new love could be that sort of an animal. 
That's how women are hurt, injured, sometimes murdered by the men they love - who are adept and smooth talking sociopathic liars, able to convince women that they are not what everyone else knows them to be. So why I'm sitting awake at 3 am, writing this blog?
I can't sleep for fear for my friend. The violence of this man has escalated as he moves from one woman to the next. It's going to be a long night, trying not to think about my friend and the danger she is in.

Happy Anniversary

An odd circumstance today - I'm in Britt, on Georgian Bay, on the same weekend as I was two years ago. And that was a pretty special time, a lot of fun and a lot of good memories. Not a day I'll quickly forget, especially as a lot of great things and a great friendship,  came about because of that day...

So, here I am, again, in Britt. It was a great sail from Killarney, which is one of the most spectacular stops in the North Channel. Anchored out in Snug Harbour - I honeymooned there 34 years ago - oh my! How did that happen, all those years gone by?
A friend came by for a visit and we were going to sail...so of course, the winds just vanished (they were 15 knots earlier in the day) and the rain poured down. What the heck, put the anchor down in Covered Portage Cove and spend the afternoon drinking wine, snacking on cheese and crackers and laughing. It's all good.
So of course, the next day the winds pipe up again, too wild to head out on Georgian Bay, which has 6 - 9 foot waves.  Go figure. Tie up to the dock at the liquor store - what a civilized community this is! Chat with locals and tourists, walk the dog, catch up on some writing and boat work. Meet some of the locals, get fresh pickerel dinner at Herberts.
The next day, the winds have gone light - again. Head out under motor....about ten miles out, the winds pick up, the last three hours were great sailing, finally. Watched a 36 foot powerboat struggle in the six foot waves about a half mile from me - while I was having a great time and Gypsy Wind was just roaring along in conditions she was made for. Talked to the guy and his wife later at the dock...they were NOT having fun...couldn't believe that I was having an easy time of it and enjoying myself.
Got into Britt, headed for the dock and BANG! Hit something under the water hard and lost my steering. Not good at all. Managed to get the anchor down, and lines to two people on the dock and pulled the boat in. Far more luck than skill involved. It could have gotten ugly. Not happy at all, not the least because it turns out other boats have hit the same obstruction - it should have been marked.
Today, dove under the boat to see if there was any damage. None thank heavens, that would have been a disaster. Might have had to spend the winter here in Canada and go back to work supply teaching in the Catholic high school board. Not that that would be a bad thing, mind you....but winters in Canada are just too cold and I hate to shovel snow. I would need to find some way to stay warm...
So tomorrow, my chum Gerry is driving in from Sudbury with some parts I need to do the repair and that aren't available in Britt, which is a small town...make that very small town....Tuesday, off to Parry Sound, then the day after that, Collingwood. Now, given that I'm going to be underway, can you predict the weather? Yup, you got it....no wind at all! Damn. Another motor trip....
Here's Covered Portage Cove...enjoy...

This coming weekend, I'm speaking at the Port Credit Inwater Boat Show.  For those of you in the area, see you there. It's a good show.

Sailing in God's Country

Ahoy all - I'm finally back in Lake Huron's North Channel. Picture this - protected fresh, deep waters, with hundreds if not thousands of beautiful anchorages, no tides or currents, nothing in the waters that will bite or eat you...although the mosquitoes are literally teeth with wings. And the black flies can be far worse, although this time of year, thankfully, they're over with.
Getting up here was a bear. The winds did not co-operate on Lake Huron, so I listened to the drone of the diesel for the entire distance to Tobermory. From there, the winds were predicted to be favourable - but believing the weather forecasters is about the same as believing politicians and car salesmen....
So of course, the day I get to Little Current - where there is actually the sole strong current in the North Channel, and it reverses too - don't the winds just go wild? Thirty knots no less, and because it's Haweater Weekend, a big festival, in Little Current, there's not a slip or spot on the face dock to be had. One boat anchored out had already been blown onto the rocks - yes, we have rock up here, not sand, and lots of them.
I decided to try the small bay beside Picnic Island, where two other boats were anchored. I anchored with 100+ feet of line in twelve feet of water and went below for a moment. When I came back up, the boat was dragging, very quickly, towards a broken-up crib - one that would do serious damage to the paint job Doc and I did last summer. And if I missed that, I'd be aground in front of the beach, so things were not looking real good. Racing to the bow, I managed to get the anchor off the bottom and pulled away from the danger, raced back to the bow, raised the anchor another few feet, raced to the helm and pulled ahead again - the boat was going backwards nearly as fast as I could get it to go ahead with the engine. Am I having fun or what?
Giving up on this little adventure, I returned to Little Current to look again for space at the dock - and lucked out, when Wally's - no relation, honest - opened up one space for me. Now this was so much better...

Gypsy Wind in Tobermory, entrance to the North Channel

Strawberry Island Lighthouse, near Little Current

Little Current Swing Bridge at sunset...

I come home for sunsets like this one...

An hour later, one of my closest chums whom I've known since high school showed up with a bottle of wine. All is good. And here are a couple of photos of the North Channel for you...