The picture at the top of our pages is of my family’s Catalina 22, just off American Camp Island on the eastern shore of the Georgian Bay. Christy and I spent our honeymoon on that boat. We weathered a vicious hailstorm, complete with huge snaking-rope waterspouts descending from the sky, by taking refuge in a marine church in Cognashene. Quite the portent for our marriage.
Much later, we took all three of our kids and our dog Wolf for a five-day excursion. We still have the old girl, having just recently put her to bed for the winter. Maybe we will drag her transom to Lac Deschenes here in Ottawa in the spring.
I’ll try to dig out some of the stories, I am sure one of us must have written it all down…