At this rate I'm pretty sure I'll still be blogging about our North Channel trip come Christmas, but I'm going to try to make a more concerted effort to get 'er done. But there are sooo maannnyyy picccturress! k. enough whining.
So, on Sunday morning we left Gore Bay, headed towards Darch Island. According to the stewards at the CYC (Canadian Yacht Charters), this beach was to be sooo beautiful, we wouldn't want to leave.
Adalynn rested quietly on comfortable cozies under the table, while Keely napped in their bed. I highly recommend this arrangement while on the move, if you can.
The Sea Doo followed us faithfully wherever we went. It served as a good little dingy.
T and Papa - our navigators and Captains extroidinaire! 
We sailed this day, technically motor sailed, but in my ignorant mind anytime the sails were up I decided we were sailing.
Adalynn came and visited at times, con 'jacket, of course.
Darch Island, coming around the bend:
Keely thought the water was too cold and preferred this bucket. Little did she know, the water hailed from the same lake. She enjoyed the beach, but desired to be carried. The exfoliating sand irritated her toes. Mine, on the other hand, quite enjoyed the brief massage.
Little Poser, as much as you can in a bucket:
We spoke with the locals hanging out on the other boats (evidently Darch Island is quite the little party island of the locals), and they encouraged us to visit the fishing cabin. I still find it crazy, decorated with lights but no electricity? 
Many people had come before us, documented in the visitor's journal. Quite a few people even mentioned sailing on the Nauticat, our boat! Adalynn signed her name A for memories sake.
People, over the years, had dropped off random items. Signs, rocks, bottles ... a variety of cultures infiltrated this little cabin.
Keely rode in style (there were clear evidences of mouse/mice. no way was she getting into that!).
Our boat, docked in the bay.
Travis and Nana water skied in the bay, the water was clear as glass. Breathtaking. Not breathtaking was the injury that occurred as Nana fell during one of the takeoffs. Very graceful, but painful as well.
On Sunday we glimpsed another rainbow. 
And watched the sunset over the island.
In the morning we took a quick dip, just off the boat this time. Adalynn hung onto T, he really enjoyed swimming that way!
We crawled back in the boat and readied for departure...then disaster struck, changing our course! Stay tuned...
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