Home Again, Home Again, Jiggity Jig.

Once east of Tobermory, we got great escarpment views

After leaving Tobermory we had a lovely sail downwind and spent the night in Wingfield Basin.  It was our first night having to share an anchorage.  Besides three rafted powerboats having a bit of a party it was quite peaceful.

Helming from the hammock on the way to Wingfield

Our first time anchoring with neighbours.

After Wingfield we spent a night in Lion’s Head. Much of my time was spent messing around with the Genoa furler which is still giving me grief.  But we had time to drink beer with Steve from our Power Squadron course, who we ran into (not literally) at the docks.  He had spotted us a few days earlier and been waving at us on the water and trying to hail us on the VHF but we were oblivious.

Lion’s Head is a lovely town with everything you could need – groceries, LCBO, hardware store (one of those old-timey ones that sells one of everything but Lord knows where you would find it), a couple of restaurants, a beach, and lots of sailboats in the marina.  A spot to consider keeping our boat in permanently when we come home.

Judging by the number of folding bikes outside the LCBO,
we weren't the only cruisers stocking up!

The last stop before heading home was Owen Sound where I finally caved in and called in a professional rigger to help us with our furler.  He raised the genoa about 8” up the forestay by attaching the tack to a length of rope instead of directly to the drum.  This eliminated the halyard wrap and now the sail furls up with almost no effort.  An expensive call-out but a free solution.  You take the goods with the bads, folks. 

Now home for a few days to pick up the kids.