Motored to Sawyer Bay on the western side of Sibley Peninsula. Getting closer to Thunder Bay! We are trying to time our arrival with the reappearance of Rick. Did put up the flasher for a bit of a run. Mooring was an adventure. First I lost my favourite hat to the Sleeping Giant gods. Then Frank lost the line on our first mooring attempt; the wind came up and I lost hold of the the boat hook so a man overboard drill to retrieve that. Took 2-3 more attempts to snag the mooring in winds gusting to 17 knots. Warmest water so far though - 63. Hope to get to Thunder Bay tomorrow if winds are not too bad. Either too much or too little to sail.
Actually have cell phone service here, so managed to text Erin to let her know that we were alive and well. Saw a deer and 2 bald eagles today, but still no elusive caribou.
Distant Thunder
A grey blanket
Thick with rain
Rumbling, shattering the silence
Swift gusts blowing from the hills
The Sleeping Giant
Expressing his displeasure
Of the foreign invaders on his shores
No peace
Just thunder
No rest
Just rain
Eternal disquietude.
