27 July 2014

Today was a short run from the Bad River to Beaverstone Bay then into Collins Inlet and down to Mill Lake. The water was flat and learning to stay to port on the way out of the Bad River, we were on out way. (Yesterday I had taken the narrow deep channel, to day I took the wide shallow channel)

Our Georgian bay crossing was minor, a 10 knot north wind barely made any waves so we sat in comfort. We slid into Beaverstone Bay about 2 PM. A quick anchor (got it in one!) and a fast lunch had us at the rail casting away in less than 15 minutes.

We had some nibbles, a lot of grass, an of course there was a flock of seaguls heckling us from the edge of Burnt Island. We fished for an hour and decided to move forwards.

We approached the opening to Collins Inlet. It’s a Low Water Buoy, then 4 pairs of red/green spaced about 50′ apart that we made it though. You then turn the corner and you are now in a high walled canyon about 200′ wide and easily that tall. It’s all steep rock and trees sticking to the edges.

It’s like going back in time. Lots of original growth timber on top, smaller trees. But the sheer cliff faces are amazing, like someone came along with a bandsaw and just split the two sides and spread them apart.

There is a fish camp just before the entrance into Mill Lake. Susan tried to call to see what was on the dinner menu, but never got a response. It’ looked pretty rustic, I’m betting the charm matches the food.

We slowly went down the east side of the lake. The two most likely spots had cottages sitting on the water so we passed them up. We ended up at the southern end of Green Island. It’s very grassy and took some effort, but we had a decent anchorage for the night.

Susan promptly cast her next favorite rig into the water in to some very dense weeds. She had to go out in the kayak to rescue it. Since she was already in the water, she did a 2 mile tour of the southern part of the lake. She found some good rocks and another collection of sheer walls.

Tonight’s dinner, since there was no fresh fish, we had hamburgers and corn. Corn!!! We both remember fishing with corn as kids. So it was off to the rail. Hooks baited with corn and then a spoon full into the water. (Can you chum with corn?) After 30 minutes it was pretty clear that Corn wasn’t the way.

So it’s back inside to do blogs, dishes, and catch up on some reading. The sky looks pretty overcast, so I’m pretty sure that there is no Star Show tonight.