We live in dangerous times it seems. Uncertain times.
It reminds me of a time my wife and I set out on our boat across Lake Ste. Claire in Michigan in zero fog.
We had both visited one of my parent's best friends who had built a wonderful house on the lake, and we said we would stop by. We launched the center
console 25' boat some miles away. The weather was calm, but there was heavy fog. It was navigation by compass and map (there was no GPS then), so
out we went. It was dead-reckoning.
My father's best friend was a big time Navy man, and when we called he gladly gave us the bearings and times. To him, what we set out upon was
nothing because it was only a few miles. And find it we did...in the fog. We stayed for a few minutes, admired their cool house, and then it was
time to go.
For anyone who cares, we were in New Baltimore that night. And we needed to cross Lake St. Claire in zero visibility over to west of Harsens Island
in Muskamoot bay...in the dark...and zero visibility fog.
I ran over a sunken sailboat that night, and had to jump in the water to change a prop, in the dark. Reported it to the CG, and we went on. Lots of
rocks. Even my wife who is pretty tough on the water was spooked. Running 4,000 RPMs across the shallows, out into the freighter channels...where we
finally met up with my friend who led us though the serious shallows to their island.
Sometimes, navigating in the blind is a pretty scary experience.
Just a story of life.
Man, we caught some of the most monstrous Walleyes out on that lake in some of the worst weather imaginable! We even sold the big boat, for a smaller
one where we caught even more fish, BUT...I'll never forget that one night in the fog!
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