Port Dalhousie, Lake Ontario, September 2011

Port Dalhousie, Lake Ontario, September 2011

Thursday, November 8, 2012

Trip to 50 Point



50 Point is a great destination in western Lake Ontario.  It is actually a part of a conservation authority, but has a wonderful marina with a restaurant that is not bad.  Great walking trails, fishing pond, and beaches makes it really popular for cruisers with kids!  We sailed over in strong winds but on a beam reach which made for some great speeds!  It is a bit weird as you can’t see the entrance to the marina/park until you get quite close and the masts are obscured by trees, so it seems like you are sailing towards the shore on a suicide mission.  Get into the channel though, and our immediate response was “wow”!  Spent a lovely evening exploring and headed back the next day without a hint of wind.  About 5 miles out, we just stopped and went for a wonderful swim in what seemed like the middle of Lake Ontario.  The winds started to finally pick up and off we went for a great sail home. 





The County



Cobourg
Our next trip entailed 2 weeks exploring Prince Edward County, otherwise known by locals as “the county”.  It was quite literally, the best vacation we have ever had.  We got a late start due to T Storms AND the fact that a foot pedal water pump broke the night before and was leaking all over the floor.  Again, the repair was a little more complicated than it should have been as the new models have a reverse water flow direction that required another trip to the store to get an extra foot of hose! 

Murray Canal
Our first night was spent in Whitby and then off to Cobourg the next day for a few nights to visit family etc. (plus we love Cobourg).  As I recall, we had really nice winds (10-12 knots) for most of that.  Departing Cobourg, we sailed past Colborne which is where Ruth’s Dad lives high up on a hill with a great view of the lake.  As we sailed into view, Ruth was on her cell phone with him asking “can you see us yet?”.  Finally he spotted us and asked Ruth if we saw him.  Given that we were about 5 miles out it seemed a silly question until we saw a brilliant flash from the top of his hill…he was flashing us with a mirror!  Only Ruth’s Dad would think to do something like that!

you said the bridge was 95 ft right?
Lake on the Mountain
We had a lovely sail into Brighton and decided to do the Murray Canal the next morning.  After our dinner another boat came in and tied up just in front of us.  They had a real challenge docking and given the ideal conditions either meant fatigue or inexperience. I asked them where they were headed and they stated Nova Scotia.  Wow!  I was impressed.  They planned to leave the boat there for the winter and then sail across the Atlantic to Scotland the next year.  Ok, even more impressed, until he pulled out the charts and asked me if I thought they could get through the inland route north of the county (which was the route that most boats take rather than deal with the very exposed south shore).  I assured him of this but in the course of the discussion found out that they did not understand the green/red buoy system (they are reversed in this route when heading east).  I did my best to explain this to them but wasn’t convinced that they got it.  I heard the next day about a boat an hour or two behind us getting grounded in the Bay of Quinte (where you really HAVE to pay attention to them or it means trouble).  I am seriously guessing that it was them – and I really hope that decided against Nova Scotia this year!

County sunset
After a wait for the Murray Canal to open (who would have thought that it was closed until 9 am) we had a great sail down to Picton where we spent a couple of wonderful days enjoying the town (except when Ruth wanted to go shopping), having great meals etc.  This was the only place Ruth wouldn’t dock.  We headed into the club fairway which was very, very  narrow and Ruth yelled “I am not doing this”!  I grabbed the wheel and got us in to the slip, but it was tight!  By the way, if you are ever down that way, Lake on the Mountain has an amazing restaurant.

Our next easy sail was down Aldolphus Reach and back up the other side to a place called Waupoos.  And we fell in love with Waupoos.  The water was so clean in the marina that you could swim off the boat and, in fact, I caught a beautiful bass right off our slip!  We spent 4 days in Waupoos day sailing and socializing with other sailors including a couple from our club that showed up.  Words cannot describe what a beautiful place it was.

Waupoos moose
We headed back and spent a night (for the first time for us), anchored in a bay behind Ram Island.  On the way we were reading about proper anchoring procedures which suggested having a system of hand signals so we wouldn’t end up yelling at each other.  Made really good sense but, of course, we didn’t do it with the inevitable result that we ended up yelling at each other while I was up front trying to set the anchor while Ruth was not understanding my verbal instructions because she couldn’t hear me and doing the opposite of what I needed.  We finally got the anchor set only to worry that we were too close to the island and needed to re set a little farther out.  We finally got settled in, forgave each other and had a lovely evening.  One minor issue though was that the anchor light wasn’t working properly, so I hoisted a 360 degree flashlight up on a halyard and that worked just fine until about 4 in the morning when the wind came up and it started clanking against the mast.  Ruth didn’t seem to think that it was appropriate that I was out on the deck at 4 in the morning stark naked and messing with halyards and such.  I didn’t care, I just wanted the damn clanking to stop!

Belleville
Our next day was spent right in the teeth of 25-30 knot winds.  It didn’t matter which direction we were going, we had a headwind and ended up motoring all day.  We packed it in in Belleville just after lunch.  Huge winds and a temp of 37 degrees C made for an interesting day.

The following day, we headed west again and backtracked through the Murray Canal.  Part way though we started going slower and slower and the helm felt really weird, like we were having extreme weather helm.  My brain is thinking that something was seriously wrong with the engine or the rudder but we made it through the canal.  The boat in front of us immediately started backing up and huge clods of weeds started showing up at the surface.  Ah ha!  It was weeds churned up by yesterday’s winds!  I copied their moves, cleared all the weeds off our rudder and off we went with everything acting just like it should! Good lesson to learn.

We had an uneventful trip back stopping in Cobourg again for a while where we had to repair our genoa with some sail tape from a local marine store (time for a new one me thinks).  We planned to be home on the Saturday, 15 days after we set out, but as we approached the Scarborough bluffs, Ruth suggested that we pull in at the bluffs for one last night and get home Sunday.  We were both clearly just loving this trip and neither one of us anxious to leave the boat!!


Youngstown NY

Our first trip wasn’t until the Canada day weekend (July1). We sailed over from Toronto to Youngstown NY as a part of cruise with our club.  Sailed over in 20 knot winds and we were flying!  We opted to moor on a ball, which was the first time doing this and really enjoyed bobbing in the Niagara River. We toured the town, found the best ice cream shop and had the best view ever of the Canada Day fireworks at Niagara on the Lake. I had the chance to tour the local fort and ended up chatting about canoes with one of the tour guides.  After a while, in response to my questions and observations about a canoe on display he said “you must be Canadian”.  

I like to think that I saved my wife’s life that weekend.  The water was very enticing off the stern of our boat and Ruth decided to go for a swim.  At the last minute, I suggested tying a line to her wrist just in case the current swept her away.  She jumped off the boat and promptly started moving downstream at a good 3 or 4 knots!  She quite enjoyed my pulling her in.







Well, I haven’t been very good at updating my blog!

I am pleased to report that the prop repair held perfectly for the season and I was assured by the guy who redid the repair that it will hold for 20 years or more! So far so good and on haul-out, it is a solid as a rock.

We got the boat back from its final repair after launch, put on the mast, rigging and sails and were off sailing as much as we could!  Well, actually it wasn’t that fast as I had to install a depth sounder/fish finder first, given our depth sounder doesn’t work.  Another simple job of “popping it in”.  This simple procedure entailed a major wire fishing job for the transducer cable including taking apart the steering pedestal, overcoming my fear of all things electronic and electrical and sorting out a host of logistical issues. I will never forget the feeling of pushing the power button expecting either 1. Nothing, or 2. Sparks and smoke, to see a message pop up on the screen asking me to select English, French or Spanish!  Also, being relatively new to the boat I took some time to replace the fuel filter and impeller as I had no idea when they were last replaced and didn’t want them failing on one of our trips.

The first step though was some sailing lessons for my wife, Ruth.  A very competent sailor, Donna, from our club, agreed to mentor my wife, which, I felt, was a far better tack to take then me teaching her!  We were anxious for Ruth to be able to dock so I would be the one jumping down to the slip and managing the lines…but learning to take the helm to relieve me and execute MOB procedures was important too.  Donna was truly amazing.  So good in fact that the problem now is that Ruth loves the helm so much that I rarely get a turn at it!  Rather than screaming from a sharp heel, she is now yelling “yahoo”!  I recently docked our boat singlehanded and our dock neighbour stated “you did that almost as well as Ruth!