|Early autumn crew getting survival suited up in Silver Islet|
|Leaving Silver Islet (Blue building is the 1870's-vintage general store)|
|The skiff boys blast past|
|Passing T Harbour on the 'other side' of The Sleeping Giant|
|Approaching the tip of the Sibley Peninsula|
|A Korean-style boat totem I made at the boat launch|
|'Who's checking ground traps?'|
|Sailboat race coming past Thunder Cape|
|The Berserker bros lose a sail|
|The Red-tailed Hawk and The Berserker jockey|
|An RCMP skiff patrols the border|
|My favourite of the lakers - The Cuyahoga (built in 1943)|
|Some young adventure dude|
|Lake Guardian - very Steve Zissou|
"But I told that kid a hundred times, don't take the lakes for graaaaanted, they go from calm to a hundred knots so fast they seem enchaaaaaanted!"
The lyrics to White Squall by Stan Rogers rang true a few times during my TCBO tenure, and Nick and I surely pissed everyone off ( > a few times) by singing it at the top of our lungs. We kept accidentally referring to Lake Superior as 'the sea', because when the breakers are rolling in, it's hard to think of it as a mere lake.
The occasional passing boats made us feel a bit less isolated, and it broke up the monotony of the slow days ('Try to get them to wave back!'). I hated being in the skiff, and was out in it one day in some pretty terrifying seas. Not seas. Terrifying lakes? Lake waters? Big fuckin' waves, in any case.
The massive old Edmund Fitzgerald-ish lakers were always fun to watch. When they passed at night it looked like a city was drifting by.