The trip from Fenelon Falls to
Bobcaygeon is a relatively short one – only about 15 miles on a
perfectly calm Sturgeon Lake. I could just imagine in my mind:
reaching the end of the channel and cruising along (now that we
could!). Yep – not so much. Give me our diesel engine – PLEASE!
It has been about 7 years since we have owned a gasoline fueled boat
and we'd forgotten how an issue can be so difficult to track down.
Diesel: if it has fuel and no air, it will run. Period.
Not so this gasoline engine. Could be
fuel, could be carburetor, could be ignition, could be timing –
could be who knows what. All we did was to put in a new set of points
– should have run even better, right? Obviously we should have quit
while we were ahead. Does make us wonder if it would have been fine
with the old points. We'll find out as we have put them back in.
Regardless, we have one or two more
things to try and then off to the marina we go. For now, we've
enjoyed being in Bobcaygeon and since it hasn't changed much since we
were here 3 weeks ago, I dug through old pictures of Bobcaygeon from
the late 70's. Hasn't changed much from then either!
But how the people have changed! This
is Steve and my Dad and Mom at a picnic table in Bobcaygeon. If I
were to guess, there is a chelsea roll on the table for breakfast!
Our boats are in the background: my parent's Starcraft Chieftain and our Rienell.
Playing with a bucket on a string was
great fun for the kids. Especially when Becky would be trying to pour
it on my Mom! She was pretty game though and as long as Becky was
pouring it only on her legs, it was ok :-)
This tree of course is long gone but
with the amount of time the kids spent in it, it was their second
home. The perfect spot for us to dock was right in the corner by the
tree. You would have thought we didn't have trees at home in Ohio
(admittedly we didn't have any this big though.).
This picture of Becky jumping off the top of the houseboat kind of
epitomizes how summers were up here on the Trent whether on one of
our boats or on one of the rental houseboats. Not sure where this
picture was taken but it just really tells the story :-)
A sad note. We (maybe I should say I –
in fact I'm sure Steve would say I should say I since he actually verbalized my being consciously stupid) may have slipped
back into doing something consciously stupid. When we first arrived,
I put a spring line that, as you can see, ran right across where we
get on and off the boat. Mmmm... is this really a good idea? Seems
like it would be pretty easy to trip on that line. No problem, I
thought, just step around it.
While good in theory, in practice not
quite so much. The only good thing I can say is I tripped on it
getting out of the boat rather than getting into the boat. So I landed
on the flat wood/ground rather than falling into the boat's uneven
surfaces. Nothing broken and hardly any bruises even! Just moving a
bit slower for a day or two. No more doing consciously stupid things
– at least until this episode is forgotten :-)
It's Sunday and we'll either be headed
to Buckhorn or Love Sick – if the boat is running. If it isn't we
may have to say 'uncle' and go to Birch Point Marina to have the
engine checked out. Time will tell ….
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