Sandor, sunset, probably July 6th, the day we left Bluffers Park Marina and set sail.
Docking in Oshawa for lunch at the abandoned harbour.
Sandor in Oshawa.
Blue Sky, plus.
Stormy seas (much stormier than they look here) on the way to Cobourg. July 9th.
Nautical model in Cobourg harbour.
Farfalle and fettuccine made at anchor in Cobourg
We've always liked this bridge (Carrying Place Swing Bridge) and especially seeing it open; we were thrilled to get a new view.
Sandor with one of the ubiquitous Black Willows, only this one we felt a bit proprietary about. Steps from our free dock at the east end of the Murray Canal.
Stormy skies, Telegraph Narrows
sailing under the Bay Bridge (Belleville)
Sandor took this great picture when we were running wing on wing, I think in Adolphus Reach
Picton harbour, early morning, July 16th.
Picton harbour, early morning.
Rosebud, a tug, in Picton Harbour. It tooted for the picture.
Glenora Ferry, The Quinte Loyalist, framed between main and jib
Tell me this isn't exactly like an oil painting by Turner or one of those Brits! (it's a photo by Harris in Prinyer's Cove)
5 am view of the sky, South Bay and Flatts Point from our new anchorage, July 17th.
8 am view of the water!
My first whipping job.
Sandor and Bryn at Port Milford.
Spartina's mast in the background and Two Oceans in the foreground!
Little Bluff! Same Little Bluff we cycled to on July 29th, but this was earlier, on a day sail with Mom, Michael and Marisa.
Black currants on the beach at Little Bluff -- July 28th
Bryn at Little Bluff -- July 28th
Bryn and the bikes at Little Bluff -- July 28th
Kylie, Cayley, Ceilidh, or Ceili, depending on who you ask. Sleeping at Port Milford.
Bryn, Spartina, South Bay, thistles, vipers bugloss, and white cedars
Bryn, South Bay
Clouds. Every night at Port Milford, there was a sunset alert and a parade of cameras outside to take pictures of clouds. Moonrise alerts often occurred too.
Clouds
Clouds, Meg's barn
Clouds, South Bay
The best quiche anyone had ever tasted. (The prettiest salad too!)
Corn rows and phlox on the upper road between Milford and Black Creek.
Grapes (probably pinot grigio) at County Cider Company
I made pasta again at Port Milford. Here is step 1.
Pasta making, step 2.
Pasta making, step 3.
Tagliatelle.
Bryn, Rainbow, South Bay.
Rainbow, South Bay.
Michael at the helm (I seem to remember he was all day!) on the run from South Bay to Bath.
Instant Classic! Bryn at Loyalist Cove Marina in Bath.
Bryn with coffee in Kerr Bay (Amherst Island) showing Sandor's "swim ladder" (the normal one is obscured with bikes)
Yeah, yeah
Sandor using his new swim ladder in Kerr Bay
Rain below and blue above . . . en route to Kingston August 10th
Smokin' at 4 knots under jib alone. We never did put up the main. En route to Kingston August 10th
Spartina with the imposing Kingston Pen. Uh, we always put one fender out on the lake side, doesn't everyone?
Portsmouth Olympic Harbour
Spartina at Portsmouth Olympic Harbour
City Hall, Kingston
Time Sculpture, Kingston
Spartina flying the Finish flag at Opty Fest (CORK). August 11th.
Sandor raising the Finish flag.
Relaxing (I think?) at CORK.
Optimist launch at Opty Fest, CORK, August 12th.
Happy CORK volunteers.
Three of the 95 Opties finishing the Alpha course. A close finish, although there were some much crazier ones (during which no-one had time for a photo).
Nice yacht in the St. Lawrence.
Hauling anchor in the St. Lawrence, August 12th.
Black skies for one of the Youth Fest launches, August 15th.
fox out Highway 15 en route to Kingston Mills, August 15th.
Kingston Mills.
Kingston Mills. We didn't get to see the lock working, but hey, we got a freight train.
They call it the Laser GOLD fleet for a reason! August 16th.
More lasers, August 17th. Spartina (known to many simply as "the green boat") sports a matching set of race marks.
F-18 (Hobie Tiger) near the start, August 22nd. For once I'm not photographing from Spartina, but am on a CORK boat.
Boat from unrecognized fleet off Spartina`s port quarter.
Limestone City Blues Festival, August 23rd.
St. George's Cathedral. August 25th.
King Street, Kingston.
Getting back from downtown with our charts of the Thousand Islands! August 25th.
Instant Classic # 2! Bryn and Molly.
Spooky picture # 1, August 26th.
King and Yonge never looked like this . . . wait a minute, this is King and Yonge! Portsmouth, that is.
Portsmouth clematis, August 26th.
Portsmouth Tavern. Sunny morning. August 26th.
The St. Lawrence II (brigantine) passing us as we left Kingston behind and headed towards the Thousand Islands.
Sandor with an unidentified island, August 28th.
Rigging and clouds.
Morning of August 29th, probably at anchor off Beaurivage.
We made much more use of charts in the Thousand Islands (and more detailed charts, at that) than any other time.
If the laptop has the date right, this is now the afternoon of August 30th, and we were off Endymion. Possible, I suppose.
Sandor silhouetted by the sunset off Endymion.
Sunset on August 30th.
Anchored CLOSE off Endymion!
Sandor launching Gusty for a circumnavigation of Mulcaster.
Rowing around Mulcaster (which, to use Sandor's favourite expression, is "the farthest east we've ever been").
Spartina sighted as we came around from behind Mulcaster.
Heading west, Sept. 2nd.
Sitting in Gusty scrubbing Spartina's hull.
A random picture of the interior of the cabin, just because I have so few of them. Looks like margaritas are in the making!
Sunset on Leek Island, Sept. 2nd.
Sunrise on Leek Island, Sept. 3rd.
Sandor on Leek Island, where we had just set foot on land for the first time in a week!
En route to Kingston again, Sept. 3rd.
Uh . . . a sailing picture!
Leek Island seen from Gusty, our dinghy.
Leek Island seen from Gusty. We circumnavigated Leek.
Leek Island seen from Gusty.
Spartina in the nicest anchorage we saw in the islands. Sailboats only!
Spartina at anchor off Leek Island.
The bascule bridge at the mouth of the Cataraqui River, opening for us. Sept. 3rd.
Under the bascule bridge.
Heron on the banks of the Cataraqui River.
In the dinghy going ashore for my birthday dinner. It's September the 4th -- the anniversary of the day we first met Spartina!
About to have birthday dinner.
The gracious windows of the River Mill, overlooking the Cataraqui River.
We ran into a great street festival in town on Sept. 6th. I don't have any pictures of the festival -- my camera was on the boat!
Spartina-faced Bryn.
Portsmouth Olympic Harbour early in the morning on Sept. 8th. We were about to leave for Main Duck Island.
This picture shows a sea starting to get rough. Things got a lot rougher -- I just couldn't take pics because we were sick, the camera was below, and neither of us couldn't go below to get it! This is the first time either of us were sick since our crossing of Lake Ontario last October, though.
More rain-below-and-blue-skies above stuff, now off Wolfe Island.
Hm.
Nine Mile Point light, on the edge of Simcoe Island. I think.
New England Aster, Goldenrod, and Queen Anne's Lace
Berries (I feel I should know them, but I don't) on Main Duck. [Ed. note: Tom Atkinson, plant specialist, suggests that these are dogwood (Cornus), perhaps silky dogwood.]
The path to the lighthouse. One of my attempts to show the Prince-Edward-County-ness of Main Duck Island. I presume they're related politically, historically, and geologically.
Main Duck Lighthouse.
More Main Duck Lighthouse.
Looking westward from Main Duck Island.
A great shingle beach on the northeast side of Main Duck where we swam (with a few snakes).
Sunset over Schoolhouse Bay, Sept. 9th.
Sunset *from* Schoolhouse Bay, Sept. 9th.
The anchor, some seaweed, and a sunny-faced Bryn all stuffed into Gusty, between hauling the anchor out of the bay by hand (we were aground) and rowing it lakeward to kedge off.
Main Duck Island recedes astern on the morning of September 10th. We're starting our first overnight passage of 51 nautical miles from Main Duck to Cobourg.
An improbably blue sky late in the afternoon.
Faithful Gusty follows us in a now-calm lake.
A laker under the three-quarter moon that lit much of our overnight passage.
I didn't mess with these colours at all! If any digital manipulation was done, the camera did it. Last of the sun lingers over Pt. Petre on September 10th.
Okay -- *very* last of the sun.
Sunrise on Sept. 11th.
Me on September 13th after the poison ivy had incubated for four days. I looked like a war victim; all I can say is that without the bandages I looked much worse!
Ah, some action shots at last! spartina producing a fine (hard-to-photograph . . .) bow wave, between Cobourg and Oshawa, Sept. 15th.
More action. The waves were 1-2 metres high. That too is hard to capture on "film" (or digital optical media or whatever they call this).
Because I didn't think we had enough sunset pictures. This is September 15th -- I'm pretty sure I was asleep and Sandor took the picture. Nice.
A heartbreaking scene. This is our last shot of Gusty, who drifted away later in the night after her towing line chafed through. An even more heartbreaking shot would have been several hours later, the view astern empty except for the brilliant moonlight shimmering across the water. That scene seems to exist only in my memory, though.
September 16th. We were docked in Oshawa for our second visit. The harbour is for commercial use only but you're allowed to stop there if you need shelter (we did) or it's an emergency (it was, sort of; we were exhausted and sick at heart over losing Gusty). Oh yeah, the laker . . . our buddy the Norman McLeod. See next caption.
We have several good shots of the Norman McLeod and I'm tempted to use Paint or something to make it look like we're actually *sailing* that close to one of these giants. (Sandor says this is way smaller than a typical laker.)
Evening of Sept. 16th. We walked to the end of the pier in Oshawa to watch the moon rise. I didn't get any good moon shots but I like this one of the lighthouse forming part of the range that guided me in to harbour the previous night (actually very early the same morning).
The morning of the 17th, the Norman McLeod pulled out of harbour almost immediately after we did. She's a lot faster, so I was nervous at first, but she knew we were there . . . nothing to worry about.
September 17th, en route to Bluffers Park Marina, where we'd decided we would stay for a month, as we did before our cruise.
My first eye splice.
My second eye splice (my first one not done on a disreputable old piece of rope). Some CPS types were very impressed by the thimble!
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The view from our dock at Bluffers.
The spoils of my second birthday party, back in Toronto with my brother's family. Mmmmmm.
