1. We both make it back alive, with the boat
2. One of us makes it back, with the boat
3. One of us makes it back, sans boat
4. Neither of us make it back - and then who would care about the damn boat!
So...take a guess how it ended. Here's a hint - Dan & I will be spending our next day off cleaning squashed mosquitoes off the cabin walls. What? Too easy?
I bet you're curious about our trip, but if I were to tell you about the breath-taking beauty of the area, about how we anchored each night in a sheltered cove surrounded by scented pines and soaring cliffs of white quartz, how the water was so clear and clean you can see to great depths below, and how we spent one night in an ancient volcano crater, being serenaded by loons as we sipped wine and watched the stars burst across the sky in unadulterated brilliance - you just might become a tad jealous. And I wouldn't want you to be jealous.
So...instead, I'll tell you how it was an eight hour car ride (without air conditioning) to get there, towing the boat behind us, how the mosquitoes were plentiful, the water cold, the quarters cramped and the porta-potty too puny. Here, let me show you:
This is the cabin. We sleep in the V Berth at the top of the picture. That chair back comes off to make more room. The cushions are more than just decoration - we use them as pillows at night, and for comfort while sitting in the cockpit. Inside the pole is the line to the retractable centerboard under the boat, and under a seat is an ice chest to store our food. The lights, radio, GPS and stereo run off a battery. The water from the faucets is hand-pumped up from collapsible water containers stored underneath the sinks. Now you know.
Me cooking breakfast at the galley on a propane camp stove.
The dinette. This must be near the end of our cruise because I notice the wine box under the table is empty.
The head. Don't let this photo fool you, it's too short to stand upright in there. Notice there is no shower. We have a water bladder that warms the water using solar power, then we hang it in the cockpit & shower out there. Or we just take a dip in the lake.
The nasty olive-green porta-potty which we had to empty in public washrooms. Glamourous or what?
I wish I had thought to take a photo of the paper towel containing our nightly count of squashed mosquitos. Seriously. Have you ever tried sleeping with those things buzzing around your head?! I insisted we kill every last one of them in the cabin before retiring for the night. And I kept count. By their squashed bodies on a paper towel. Our record was 16.
But in all honesty, the hardships were more than worth it to be amongst the beautiful scenery. See what I mean?
Gorgeous, isn't it?
It's impossible to take a photo of your boat, while on your boat. So we hiked way up a mountain, just so I could get this photo of our boat for you. Really. Well...that and the rumour of wild blueberries atop the rocks.
And for all you doubters who went "ppfft" when I said we anchored in a volcano, here's my proof - notice the steep rock wall that dips straight down at the water's edge? Notice the pitted lava rocks? Believe me now? We were actually in an ancient volcano!
This is a rock formation that looks exactly like an Indian head. Really. Okay... I might have been a little slow with my camera, but if I swear if you could just back up a few meters to the right, you would agree that it does indeed look exactly like an Indian head.
Here's Dan at the helm. I also have a real sexy photo of him with his shirt off, looking all rugged and wind-blown, but I think I'll keep that one for myself.
Here's me chilling in the cockpit one evening. Hey! I just realized my profile looks just like that Indian head, minus the cedar tree growing out of my lip!
And to make you a little jealous, here's some scenery shots:
(this was the lake-filled volcano crater. Our first clue to it's origins was when we tried to drop anchor in the middle and realized we didn't have enough anchor line!)