Boat Trip II

Another weekend was planned, a boat trip, and this time under sail.

Wissy was dreaming of Swallows and Amazons, lazy summers messing about, I had visions of winning the America's Cup, either way we both couldn't wait.

Canadian weather services claimed the weather would be good, then with a day to go they changed slightly - they started predicting some light precipitation (<2mm) on Saturday morning.

We were picked up opposite our condo on Friday evening, great skies, and we motored back to anchor at Cherry Beach. A great evening starting with Oysters and beers, followed by Fillet Mignon and beers, and finished off with wine and beers.

The next morning there were boat jobs to do, but the light precipitation had arrived. The above was the view from our 'bunk'.

Everyone had a little lie in, waiting for the less than 2mm to disappear, of course the weather service had failed and a storm rolled in with rain measured in cm, lightening and storm force winds. This was quite spectacular but not what we needed! By the afternoon the rain had subsided and I discovered Stephan and Patricia's real reason for having me on the boat, muscles, next thing I know I am hoisting the main sail and pulling up the anchor!

Although the weather was not perfect we were off, the sails were up, the anchor too and we headed out to the open lake, the wind was perfect, unfortunately the waves were choppy and coming in fast, Wissy was starting to look queasy but we carried on as she claimed it would all pass. Further into the lake and we all decided we should head back to Cherry Beach, the wind wasn't in the right direction and with Wissy feeling queasy our dreams of Whitby were dashed.

On our way back I ate one too many pretzels and the amazing stomach settling property of the baked bread snack turned my stomach and suddenly I was out through the flap in the side of the cabin and on deck promptly losing my breakfast. luckily this was the last excitement before we made it back to the harbor and safety.

Luckily we both felt human pretty quickly and were back on the beers and eating food happily. Now we are the eighth and ninth dwarfs queasy and pukey...

Next morning the sun was up and after another delightful on deck breakfast we had to head home, all in all a great trip even if I met my breakfast twice, and the land sickness didn't last too long.

Better a bad day on a boat than a good day in the office!