Yee-Haw Petoskey

What a 50-mile ride! Bucking broncos most of the way!

We left Mackinaw City at sunrise with calm seas and slight winds forecast for our trip southward down Lake Michigan.

We sailed under the mighty Mac Bridge which is the boundary between Lake Huron and Lake Michigan, at this stage heading westwards. Do you hear the wind and water gods chuckling?

The winds gathered speed. The waves gathered height. NOAA and Windy were still forecasting slight winds and calm seas of only a half to one foot waves. Oooooooh, yeh – – – those wicked weather gods were chuckling.

Two hours into our trip Mark suggested we turn around, as we descended to steer from the lower helm. We hailed United 771 to ask how the waters looked further ahead. “Sporty” was the reply. As the bow dug in, our vision obliterated by spray, we reasoned that we, (humans), could tolerate the pitching – ride ‘em, cowboys. Bushranger relished the ride, performing brilliantly not missing a beat. She is such a good old girl!

Seven hours from slipping the lines at Mackinaw City we sailed into Little Traverse Bay, heading for Petoskey. The sight (and movement) which greeted us was familiar. We reminisced about sailing on Sydney Harbour.

It was a good decision to keep sailing. No casualties except two broken eggs when I opened the refrigerator door too quickly! And I can hardly wait to explore this very picturesque historic city.

Such is Life!