One Wednesday morning
We Left Lac La Belle,
Fished Stannard Rock
But didn’t do well.
Six hours later
At thirteen knots,
Then White Fish Point
Supper in the pot.
Sault Locks on Thursday
With no delays,
Bruce entertained us
On his Ukulele.
Next at Saint Ignace
Met Captain Jim,
Diesel expensive
But won’t have to swim.
The Mackinaw bridge
As viewed from below,
Is quite a wonder
As my pictures show.
We went through the straits
With ships on both sides,
My tug hit their wakes
But I like how it rides.
Changing agenda
Because of the wind,
3 nights at Beaver Isle
My patience was thinned.
First night at anchor
And having my doubts,
Waves slapping and noisy
I let more rode out.
The anchor held strongly
And kept us in place,
The next day was better
Welcomed with grace.
Enjoying the island
We went for a ride,
Exploring the trails
The residents’ pride.
One hundred plus miles
To Sturgeon Bay,
Passed South Fox Island
Two nights we did stay.
Waiting for parts
That never came,
For my bow thruster
It’s broken, lame.
Two Rivers last night
Then Port Washington,
And one more day
And we’ll be done.
Going back home
We’ll resume in November,
We have lots of pictures
To help us remember.
