Our destination, Kingston. Our objective, adventure.
We set sail a couple days late on Wednesday August 11 2010. Our fuel and water tanks were full. The waste tank empty, and it was past 1800 hours when our friends arrived on their yacht the Blue Griffon. After they re-fueled we set off. Just moments earlier it was clear blue skies with light wind. But as we crossed the marinas breakwalls a heavy fog plunge and swallowed up everything. I though to myself that this is some kind of bad omen. Since we were running late already we decided to continue to our first stop over at the Toronto Islands. Soon after the fog disappeared as quick as it had appeared. It wast a fast sail due to the North East winds that were unfavourable for us. Mid way the boom went flying after a cleat failure. Luckily there was no one in its way. The traveller was temporarily immortalized and we continued. The starts had come out by the time we had arrived at the Western Gap in Toronto. At night the sense of scale changes and the porter aircraft taxing before takeoff on the runway on our starboard side gave us the impression it was actually an AC-130. Moments later our passage was halted by the porter ferry which took off on a collision course for us just as we were about to enter its crossing corridor. This triggered Egstasea and Blue Griffon to perform a synchronized pirouette against the backdrop of Toronto's night lights. Blue Griffon led us bravely to our nights rest at the Island Park. This year the lake's water levels are very low, as a result the Griffon got its keel stuck in some mud one meter from the wall. We gave her a pull and relocated a couple meters down the wall where it was slightly deeper for the night. This short leg of our trip had proved to be much more interesting than we could have though prior to the start.
