Day Eight: continued

We really enjoyed our time with the Sherk family, especially hearing granddaughter Sarah talk about her chickens.  (We've always said, put some owners of chickens together for whatever reason, and within five minutes the conversation will be entirely about chickens.)  We watched the waves out the window with Evan monitoring three different weather sources until about 2:30pm when we decided it was time to go.

Back to Cat Harbor we trooped, and as we packed up we were pleasantly surprised when our friends Dave Bach and Allison Slavick drove up in their pickup, on their way to meet us at Silver Island!  I turned my camera over to Dave who got the following shots of our stream-lined launching techniques:

The wind was still strong, but once we were out of Cat Harbor, we found that it had gone from a northwest wind to a straight west wind.  This was perfect for us!  The waves pushed us along and even a bit of sunlight started to peek through.

Dave and Allison beat us to Eagle Harbor and took this shot of us off-shore, and.....

This shot which shows Silver Island in the far-off distance.  It's the third bump.

The sun broke through gloriously as we pulled into the shelter of Silver Island, and were greeted first by Bill Rose, and then Nanno Rose, owners of the island, and then the others who celebrated with us our Bon Fini!  They had prepared not only another fabulous dinner--beet salad, pork loin, keilbasa, orzo salad, quiche and salad with chocolate for dessert--but the saua was hot!  Naked folks were running from the sauna to the jump-off cliff, one of Terry's favorite activities.

Evan's arrival on the island.

Doin' the Silver Island Shuffle.

 Terry and Libby heading to the north shore,

Terry and I checking out the north shore,

Evan and Libby with a freighter between them on the horizon--can you see it?

The party leaves in the sunset, Brockway in the distance still lit up.

Dave and Allison stayed on the island with us.  We sat at the campfire, telling Lake Superior stories.  Turns out several years ago Dave had made nearly the same trip we had made, only he was alone and the experience was different, of course.  It inspired some poetry and I'm going to be leaning of Dave to share his story, or at least some poetry.

At last we bedded down to the sound of gentle waves lapping the shore.  The stars were bright, Polaris hanging low over the island.

We had one more final leg of the journey for the next day, on to Copper Harbor.

I added some pictures to Day Seven....