Leaving the Apostle Islands before dawn.
The new Autopilot drives straight as a train across Lake Superior.
An important member of the crew enjoying the passage.
Upon Reaching Washington Harbor, we look over the side at the wreck of the SS America. Her bow is just 3 feet below the surface.
The new cockpit screen I sewed up, in use for the first time. It works pretty well - thank god, the mozzies were out for blood.
Beaver Island in Washington Harbour
Femme and Whimsea docked at Rock Harbor waiting out some fog.
Crew Member Tripp sighting the abandoned Isle Royale Light.
Heading out of Malone Bay before sunrise for the passage back.
30 knots back in the Apostles.
A little reading time whilst in the Bayfield marina.
More reading below, and preventing being photographed.
