Sept. 16, 2010
Three miles north of Manistee, and I’ve spent yet another day on the beach. Radio yesterday said cold, rain and wind would be rolling in and they were right. I just managed to get Seaweed snuggled next to a stand of cedars and the tarp from her starboard to the trees before the rain came. Propped up the center of the tarp with a paddle, and huddled under it to cook a delicious packet of curry, complemented with shallots and a jalapeno pepper Ruth harvested from the Community Garden. Slept well but was awakened a couple of times by lightening, and an unknown critter shrieking at, I believe, me.
It’s been very windy all day, but the sun burst through for a good portion of it, and I managed to give the sleeping bag, tarps, rain gear and damp clothing a good drying out. I spent the day reading “The Boat Who Wouldn’t Float”, by Farley Mowat. A story I can relate to. Hopefully I’ll be able to get on the water tomorrow.
(ed. Stephen reached Frankfort last night, pulling into the harbor from eight foot swells out on the lake. Around one hundred miles to go.)