Saying goodbye to Echo Bay.
We pulled out of Echo Bay and stretched our day to catch our friends, Dale and Sandy. Obviously desperate for friendship, they had decided to just hang out on the hook until we knew for sure whether we would make it back after Amanda’s injury.
Canoe channel. About as wide as the boat. Guess that’s why they didn’t name it Trawler Channel.
Exploring from the dinghy 
The typical lighthouses throughout this region.
We caught them at Stairs Island. After a brief reunion, we jumped in our dinghies and drove to the combo hardware and grocery store for a few supplies.
Crip keeps her eye on our purchases while we shop inside. The cart came in handy for hauling Honey back to the dinghy. Sorry, no picture available.
Our start and finish points for the day.
After getting lost only once on the return trip, we put our heads together, plotted our route for tomorrow. Assuming I was done for the night, a little wind came up and pulled my stern loose from the shore because of my poor tying job. So I had to get another anchor, and with my partner, Dale, in his dinghy, the Honey Queen was reset, ensuring a safe night in the harbor. There is no substitute for a buddy boat (not to mention the buddy himself). The silver lining to this inconvenient experience was the sky. After all was settled, I went back outside to check lines, lights, position of boat, loose ends, etc. that may interrupt my sleep. The sky was exploding with stars. In this secluded place, without a cloud above, I saw the Milky Way, for the first time in my life, from horizon to horizon. How does one look at this massive sky and not acknowledge the Creator’s Master Design? I was reminded of a song I learned in church choir during high school, that I can still sing every verse ….
In the stars His handiwork I see. On the wind He speaks with majesty. Still He came to set His people free; what is that to me? Till by faith I met Him face to face, and I felt the wonder of His grace. Then I knew that He was more than just a God Who didn’t care, that lived a way out there…
The privilege of this experience humbles me. The gift of the trip, nature, and the relationships gained. All change perspective.