We think we know why they named this city DeTour Village: when we attempted to go out onto Lake Huron we turned around and detoured right here to the city docks :-) The weather has once again been the critical factor that made us decide not to anchor out last night but to rather travel yesterday straight from Blind River to Drummond Island, MI. The ride over (in red on the map left) was a 46 mile run over the mostly open water of the North Channel. It was a nice ride as the wind was from the south. No way would we have been able to come today.
The marina last night was nice - breakfast place a 10 minute bike ride. Cute place with lots of what Miriam would classify as "carnage" on the walls (fish, deer heads etc). Anyway, we headed out this morning to the anchorage about 20 miles west across the top of Lake Huron. Well, that didn't work as we turned around when the winds worsened. There were 2 - 3 foot predicted - who needs it?
Steve put another coat of finish on one of his projects. We both kept grabbing onto the side when entering the boat so this was his fix!Me? I was devising a trap for anyone silly enough to fall into it. Background: we have no fuel gauges so the only way to know how much is in the tanks is to dip a stick into the tank and measure the level of fuel. Normally the runner covers the floor hatch over the engine (and fuel tank) - pic 1. So I typically fold the rug from the right a bit, slide the hatch cover and runner back about a foot, fold the runner back from the left and I can dip the tank - pic 2.
As I did this yesterday morning, I got distracted after sliding the hatch and rug back (the front end of which of course covers the hole to the engine area). And of course I stepped right on the rug that didn't have anything under it! So a banged shoulder, knee, shin and skinned forearm later, I have decided that Steve was right - just roll up the rug every time I check the fuel level :-)
Seems I have been saying the phrase "I think you were right" way too often lately!
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