July 21, 2017 Baie Fine

Purist leaving Covered Portage Cove on July 21, 2017

C’est le bon’s turn.


Now our turn.

Going by a quartz quarry.

This is an Alberg 30, same boat my Uncle Alden had. Brought back fond memories of traveling to Maine with him in 1972. Unfortunately he passed away in 1975, way too young at age 60.


“Hole in the Wall” short cut to our ultimate destination today. We decided not to chance putting a ding in the props and stayed in the main channel.

Entering the Baie Fine fjord leading to an anchorage called “The Pool.” This helicopter was in and out of the nearby Okeechobee Lodge several times as we went by.

The channel continues between a rock and ….

a hard place.


Saw this random person on a rock, pretty much in the middle of nowhere.


Turns out it was either Jane MacLaughlin who arrived by her paddle board…

or Steph Malcom jump roping.


Another 5 miles or so to the anchorage. (As the crow flies our destination was only about 4 miles away, but by boat, it was a 23 mile passage).

Sometimes the accuracy of the GPS/chart plotter is a bit off. Here we are going over an island.

Here’s the island! No hint of Islandia tracks going over it!

At anchor. Later there were about 12 boats in this “pool.”

We hiked up to a small lake, Lake Topaz. Possibly Lake Turquoise would have been a more apt name. It was just beautiful!

A group of cliff divers, they had even brought up a fairly large beer cooler. Kudos to them, the trail into the lake was pretty steep.

Looks like a disaster, but he somehow managed to go in feet first.


This kid was beckoning his brother to join him.

So his brother walked out on a limb and does just that.

Where was this camera when my sisters and I (and many friends) used to jump off the back side of Endymion? Fun times!

Terri taking a dip.

And then me, back at the anchorage. This day really felt like how the first day of summer should feel. Only a month off!

Sister ship to my sister Denise’s boat. Just needs a maroon hull.


Fuzzy picture, but the scene cracked me up. Looks like the loon is saying “Really honey, the fish was this big!” And Honey turns her head in disdain…

These geese delighted in eating the seaweed we pulled off the anchor chain. First harbor we’ve had with weeds to deal with when anchoring. Glad I brought the potato rake. Took awhile to haul up the anchor the next day.