Two noteworthy things about the trip. The first was getting out of our slip. The slip was double long, and throughout our stay there'd been a boat parked behind us. But the last day there, of course, was the biggest boat. That meant a little bit of planning and execution to wiggle out of the slip without hitting anything. And, we did -- smooth like butter! The owner of that vessel, clearly concerned, came out to watch. Russ was on the bow, making sure we were clear on all sides, when the guy called, "Not his first time, I take it?" To which Russ called back, "Her." I'm always amazed that no one thinks a woman can drive a boat.
|Lots of boats enjoying the afternoon.|
On the left, 4 are rafted together.
Nope, it hadn't. What I was seeing on the water (which is a lot of tiny islands made of rock) and what I was seeing on the maps did not vibe in my head. I stopped our forward progress and checked all the maps -- we have three or four active at any given time -- to see if I missed anything. Yep, the green was waaaaaaay over there. I slowly made my way back to the channel, grumbling that Navionics is trying to kill us.
We got a text from our buddy boat: Just felt like ducking into the US? For whatever reason, Navionics sent us out of our way to get to the US only to come back to Canada to anchor. Always got to be on your toes. Especially from homicidal software.
|The red/black line is the Canada/US border.|
The most direct route would have been to stay
on the green line. All those black dots