On Board ‘Seascape’ 1966 – Part 4 (final)

I recently found my Mom’s logs from our family vacations on our boat, a 36’ Chris Craft named Seascape. The log is written in my Mom’s words. I’ve only added punctuation or corrected spelling if needed. Otherwise, the integrity of her log is maintained. Italicized notes included parenthetically are my recollection of events or additional information about the story.

Our 1966 trip was to the North Channel in Ontario, Canada. Part 4 includes days 10-15, and it is the last installment for this trip. We spent many summers cruising the area, and I have fond memories of this time and place.

SHIP’S LOG
Monday, July 11 (day 10)
Happy Birthday, Dad!

Awoke about 4:30 am to the hum of the mosquitoes. About 5:30, there was a thunderstorm brewing to the north of us but it passed us by. Finally got up about 8:00 am. Did a little casting by the lily pads but didn’t get a thing. Had breakfast and prepared to get under way for Killarney. Saw the tail end of a forest fire on Prince Edward Island as we were going out. Got to Killarney and saw the Ex Dividend and Bewitched tied up to the Killarney Lodge dock. Pulled into the Sportsman’s Inn.

Good ole Deacon was there. Tied up, and even before we completed the operation, the girls had got off and run to pet Deacon. He sure has gotten old. He can hardly walk this year, and if he lasts another, it will be a miracle. The girls found another friend though. A basset hound name O-to-O. He sure is a funny one.

LEFT: Good ole’ Deacon
RIGHT: My Dad and O-to-O, the basset hound
My sister and me with the Killarney dogs, Deacon and O-to-O, the basset hound

Walked up to our famous little store Jackman’s, the only one in town. They didn’t have very much in the way of food but we got a few things. Got some steak for dinner, and for some reason, Dad (my Grandpa) has a phobia about the food in this place and sure enough he found fault with the steak. Spent a nice quiet evening. Talked quite a while with some people from Charlevoix. He owns the furniture store and his name is Hess. Nick had his birthday without a cake again.

Woke up this morning very warm. It is going to be a very hot day. Had a little excitement this morning. There was a sailboat in distress off Badgeley Island on Maxwell Point. He went on the wrong side of the red spar and hit a shoal. He was taking water on rapidly so he decided to beach it. A couple of boats from here went out to help bail water with buckets until we could locate the gasoline (fueled water) pump. It should have only taken them about 10 minutes to get there but they missed them completely and were on the other side of the island. Had to back track, and after about an hour, they finally located them. The man and his wife were holding their own with their pails, but they were getting mighty tired. The pump finally reached them, but they had trouble starting at but finally got it started and they were able to get enough water out to take it in for repairs.

SHIP’S LOG
Tuesday, July 12 (day 11)
Woke up this morning very warm. It is going to be a very hot day. Had a little excitement this morning. There was a sailboat in distress off Badgeley Island on Maxwell Point. He went on the wrong side of the red spar and hit a shoal. He was taking water on rapidly so he decided to beach it. A couple of boats from here went out to help bail water with buckets until we could locate the gasoline (fueled water) pump. It should have only taken them about 10 minutes to get there but they missed them completely and were on the other side of the island. Had to back track, and after about an hour, they finally located them. The man and his wife were holding their own with their pails, but they were getting mighty tired. The pump finally reached them, but they had trouble starting at but finally got it started and they were able to get enough water out to take it in for repairs.

Finally had breakfast about 11:00 am, and the girls went swimming off the dock with life jackets on. Even Nick decided it would be a good idea. I passed up and wash my hair instead. Spend the day reading Hawaii and baking in the sun. Quite a few boats came in, and by late afternoon, they were all filled up. Had our fish dinner tonight and boy was it good especially my big pike. Then decided to go into the bar for a drink. The girls were already up in the TV room watching television.

LEFT: Docks at Killarney’s Sportsman Inn
RIGHT: The big one that didn’t get away from Collins Inlet

SHIP’S LOG
Wednesday, July 13 (day 12)
Got up a little later today. Again the sun was beating down very hot. Thank goodness for the cool breeze. Decided to leave Killarney today and start to head back by way of the Whalesback. Had breakfast and left about 10:30 am. Reached Little Current and bought a few things we needed. Decided to poke our nose into Oak Bay to see what it was like. Water got quite rough just before we got into the Whalesback. It was a little rough to pick up the spars because of the direction of the sun and the waves. Reached the entrance to Oak Bay right on the money. Was surprised to see five other boats moored. Anchored near the mouth of the River. Got settled in and went swimming. Nick went fishing to try out his new Rapala lure. Brought back a nice bass. He and Liz went out again and brought back a pike and a couple of bass. I fished off the rocks but didn’t catch a thing. All I saw was a big fat turtle. Had the rest of our pike and bass from Collins Inlet for dinner. Went to bed fairly early because everyone was pretty tired.

SHIP’S LOG
Thursday, July 14 (day 13)
The wind blew in all directions last night and it cooled down considerably from yesterday. This was the first time we started out the day in long pants. Liz and Nick went out trolling a little before breakfast but didn’t get anything. It was my turn next.

Trolled along the north shore and into a large bay. Got a big small mouth bass in there. Went all the way down near the end where we found another fairly large bay with an old house in one corner. Trolled near the weed bed and got a snag. Nick thought he had one too but it turned out to be a whopper. We never saw it though because it took a dive under the dinghy and took his lure, lead shot and all. Boy was he ever mad. We decided to try a couple more passes and had one but lost it. Got a small one and threw it back and finally landed a large one quite unexpected. It was caught on some weeds and when Nick pulled the line to break it loose, there was a pike on the end of it. Made a few more passes but nothing. Started back down toward the boat, and at the point of one bay near a large rock, Nick had a strike. He thought he had had a good size bass but it turned out to be a good size pike. Trolled back to the boat and had some lunch.

I was all fished out so Liz took my place while I did a little reading in swimming with Suzie. She isn’t afraid to let go of the ladder and is getting quite bold in jumping off from the second step. Nick and Liz came back empty-handed. Before he got even out of the boat, he decided to take the girls to see the Indian farm. They came back elated with the fact they had horses on their farm. Got the weather and tried to get the Moroda (another boat?) again with no luck. Nick took the girls and all the fish on shore to clean them. Had dinner and took the dogs on shore for awhile until the mosquitos landed and headed back like lightning for the boat. Lifted the dinghy and made ready to leave early tomorrow morning.

SHIP’S LOG
Friday, July 15 (day 14)
Left Oak Harbor about 8 o’clock after a light breakfast of cereal. Headed for the Whalesback. Water was smooth. Had a little difficulty picking up Little Detroit but managed to find the marker as we got nearer. Met the McCreadys and another boat from Flint as we were coming out of the Whalesback. Headed for Meldrum Bay and the water was fairly smooth all the way. Got into Meldrum, had lunch and went up to see the peacock (no picture) at Tom’s Wildlife Sanctuary. Got grand tour. Shopped at Ivan Trick store this time. He has a lot more than the little one near the docks. Decided to spend the night here because the wind was picking up and getting into Pilot Cove would be a job. Nick’s cold also came on with vigor and he went to bed with a couple of aspirins. Spend a nice quiet evening. The Normac came back from Blind River and a couple of other small boats came in. Water in the bay flattened out like a pancake.

SHIP’S LOG
Saturday, July 16 (day 15)
Got up about 7:00 am and left Meldrum Bay about 8:20 am for Cheboygan. Still very calm in the harbor.

This installment concludes our family trip to The North Channel in 1966. I want to thank my Mom for taking the time to document our trips. Although a few years are missing, there are other trips to share coming soon. Trips to other parts of the North Channel and Lake Superior.

On Board ‘Seascape’ 1966 – Part 3

I recently found my Mom’s logs from our family vacations on our boat, a 36’ Chris Craft named Seascape. The log is written in my Mom’s words. I’ve only added punctuation or corrected spelling if needed. Otherwise, the integrity of her log is maintained. Italicized notes included parenthetically are my recollection of events or additional information about the story.

Our 1966 trip was to the North Channel in Ontario, Canada. Part 3 is days 7-9. We spent many summers cruising the area, and I have fond memories of this time and place.

SHIP’S LOG:
Friday, July 8 (day 7)

Got up early again and headed for Little Current about 7:00 am. Had a real nice ride. Pulled up to the dock about 9:00 and we set off for Pickey’s store and some more supplies. Brought about $11.00 worth and on to the gift store for souvenirs. Nick met a doctor from Gaylord who knew Pid (family friend) real well. He had even bought Pid’s house and cottage in Gaylord.

Set off shortly after noon for Collins Inlet. Went through Killarney which hasn’t changed a bit and out into the bay and the beginning of Collins Inlet. Weather holding, but wind picking up. Meet 5 cruisers coming out of the inlet. Cruised a little way down and decided to trawl a ways. Not even a strike for 3 or 4 miles. Came to Mill Lake but decided to go to the end to see what it was like. Entered Beaverstone Bay but decided to turn around because the wind was whipping up the bay pretty good. Tied up to some rocks just passed the Russian settlement and Nick and Liz took the dinghy back to the old barn to look for ruins. Found nothing so we decided to head back toward the fishing camp near the Rock of Gibraltar. Asked the boss (I have no clue who “the boss” is) if we could tie up to his dock and he said okay. Had some dinner and Nick and I went across the other side near the weed beds for pike. Didn’t catch any pike but I caught a huge Calico bass and of big small mouth bass. Decided to call it quits around 9:30 because we were being carried away by the mosquitoes. We even had a few of the dive bombers (mosquitos that buzz your ears when sleeping) around after we went to bed.

NOTE: I have search far and wide to find more information about the fishing camp, the Russian settlement and the Rock of Gibraltar. To date, I have found nothing, but my quest will continue!

LEFT: Seascape moored at the fish camp dock
RIGHT: Seascape at the outer dock

SHIP’S LOG
Saturday, July 9 (day 8)

Slept in a little this morning- 8:00 am. As soon as Grandpa stirred, Liz was up and ready to go fishing Suzie got into the act too so Grandpa and the girls headed for the fishing camp to rent a bigger boat. By the time they got back, the rest of us were up and ready for breakfast. Took time for food today and had bacon, eggs and good fried toast. Suzie decided she would rather wash dishes than fish so Nick took her place. Suzie did the dishes with Grandma’s help and then we walked up the hill and into the fishing camp and talked with the owner about the old town of Collins.

The original town stood where the fishing camp was and some of the buildings were the original ones. He told me how to get back to the lake so Suzie, Elmer and I set off along the path he indicated. Got back there with (not) too much trouble. Quite a big lake from what I could see. Took a few pictures and headed back.

LEFT: Some of the abandoned buildings
RIGHT: Elmer investigating the remains from the fire
LEFT: The logging lake
RIGHT: A long view of the logging lake and the dam
Close up views of the dam at the logging lake. This little waterfall was a great source of family fun.

The fisherman came back empty handed a little later. All Nick caught with a couple of bass which he threw back.

Had a little lunch and Liz, Nick, Suzie and I went back to the lake to see what we could catch. Nick caught a little catch. Headed back for the boat but Liz and I decided to take a side road up to a deserted house. It was an old tree house, an old wagon, sled, plow and logging sled. Walked past and on up the road and we found an old barn where they must have repaired the equipment because we found a bench and a lot of screw. Headed up to the road and we found the old dam with a couple of waterfalls. Decided to walk across and see what was on the other side. Climbed up the hill and the lake goes way back and there is a stream or river off a bay a good ways back. Came back across the falls again and back down to the main road. Decided to see where it went. Walked a good half a mile and all we saw was rubbish piles in a family of chipmunks. Came back to the boat just in time for steak dinner.

LEFT: The old treehouse and what looks to be part of my shoulder
RIGHT: My 5 year-old self in front of the plow
LEFT: The original barn in the old town of Collins
RIGHT: The original boarding house in Collins

Weather is brewing up something. Things look a little wild down the inlet. Had a few sprinkles as we were trying to pop our Jiffy Pop but that was all. Nick and I decided to make use of our rented boat and we went trolling for pike. Got all the way down to the entrance of Beaverton Bay with only one small bite. Headed back because the sky looked like we were in for a good storm. Wind picked up all the time. Just about reached the boat and you wouldn’t know it the motor ran out of gas. What a job to get the few yards back to the boat. Made it through in started to batten down for a good blow. Had a little lightning, no thunder, a little bit of rain but lots and lots of wind. In for a rough night.

SHIP’S LOG
Sunday, July 10 (day 9)
Woke up this morning to a bright blue sky, and our friend, the wind. Still blowing. Had breakfast and decided to take everyone back to see the waterfalls. Sun terrifically hot. Tramped all over the falls and took a lot of pictures. Was very hot so I decided to take a shower. What a refreshing feeling. Everyone decided to get into the act so we all had a good bath. Too bad someone didn’t think to bring the soap. Scoured the rocks for stones with garnet or silver in them. Found a huge boulder with quite a silver vein running through it. Liz spent the better part of an hour trying to chip out a piece. (And gashed her wrist, leaving a scar she had her entire life.) Did pick up some beauties though.

LEFT: My Dad taking a shower with me looking on
RIGHT: My Dad and me after our showers
LEFT: Grandpa and Grandma cooling their feet in the water as Dad looks on
RIGHT: A upper blurring picture of the vein of silver my sister was determined to get a piece. All she got was a massive gash on her arm and a lifelong scar as evidence of her determination

Came back to the boat and had lunch. Everyone tried to rest a little but the waves were coming in a little bigger as the day progressed. Nick decided to try and get the anchor out a little ways and pull the bow off so we could start up the boat and try and find a smoother spot. Everything went well and we started down towards Beaverton Bay. Found a nice quiet place just around the bend where it takes a sharp curve. Anchored off some lily pads and started to fish. Fish for quite awhile and the girls and Nick were swimming. Almost decided to stop when I thought I had a snag but when it went under the boat, I knew I had a fish. Nick rush up to the bow with the net and sure enough it was a huge pike. With trying to land it and the flies biting, boy we had a time but Nick netted him just fine. We estimated that it weighed about 5 pounds.

LEFT: My Mom’s pike on the stringer in the water
RIGHT: The one that didn’t get away on the back deck of the boat
LEFT: My Mom proudly posing with her big catch
RIGHT: My big sister and me with my Mom and her pike

After that, there was a real scurry for yellow flatfish and three poles started casting off the stern. On the second cast, Nick hooked one but just as Dad (my Grandpa) was getting the net ready, it took a dive and believe it or not the snap where the hook goes broke in two and away went Nik’s pike with a lovely yellow lure lodge someplace in him. Nick decided to do some trolling so I went with him. Trolled all the way down into Beaverton Bay with only one strike. As it neared dusk, the mosquitoes took over and we were forced to make tracks for the boat, trailing a horde of hungry ones with us.

Got back in the nick of time and Mom (my Grandma) was cooking pork sausages and baked beans. While eating we heard a loud hum which we couldn’t figure out for a while. It sounded like the inside of a bee hive. Then we noticed the door and windows. Swarms of mosquitoes Chase the dirty critters half the night before we could get any sleep.

The story continues with the fourth and final installment of ‘On Board Seascape 1966‘.

Writing Styles

This week, I’m posting some of my writing. The following paragraphs are from an exercise for a class I’m taking. Writing style is the voice an author uses in a piece to tell the story. There are many different styles. The following pieces are examples of deadpan (The Catch) and stream of consciousness (The Audition).

THE CATCH
With the hook set, I knew I had a good catch from the fight the fish put up, and it took close to an hour to land it. About the same time it took me to land Julie, which should have been a clue about the tenure of our relationship. But she was a fine specimen, just like my tournament catch. She bolstered my standing in my long rivalry with my bro, Joe. Like Julie, my catch was going catapult me to the top of the leaderboard. At least, that’s what I thought. Before I held it in my hands. Once I got the catch onboard, I knew it was not trophy material. Like Julie, it looked beautiful, but lacked the substance to elevate my status. Like Julie, I released my catch and moved on to my next conquest, confident I would land the catch of my life to beat Joe in the tournament. (word count: 156)

THE AUDITION
Oh, my gosh, I’m so nervous; remember, he has no idea how I feel about him, he’ll never think I’m expressing my feelings for him so relax and get a grip, I need to channel my feelings into the character, if I don’t, I won’t get the part and won’t get the chance to hang out with him during rehearsals; he’ll give it to his regular leading lady, Janice, she’s been in the lead role for the past two productions when he’s been the director, maybe there’s something going on between them, but they don’t seem flirty when they are together, all business when they interact, and I’ve never seen them together outside of the theater, she’s never joined us after rehearsals or any other time we get together at the Irish Cue; where I fell head-over-heels for him, attracted by his charisma, he was so charming when we talked, especially when we talked about theater, remember he invited me to the audition for this production, I hope he doesn’t think I’ll sleep with him to get the part; Oh my gosh, I have to stop psyching myself out about this audition. (word count:192)