Well, we made it! Moe and Mark got up in the pre-dawn darkness and motored out of the Portage Canal early Thursday morning. When the wind finally came up it was, as predicted, dead out of the SE--right where we were trying to go. Amazing how accurate the forecast can be just when you hope it will prove unpredicable. So, we started to tack. It all worked well until we tried to find a point of sail somewhat close to our goal without running into Granite Island, and then our speed would peter out. See the video on Facebook to see what I mean.
Of course, when Mark woke from his nap, poked his head out, and suggested that we simply pull in the jib tighter, and suddenly we began to sail briskly quite close to where we wanted to go, I smiled grittily and consoled myself that the wind was, in that ten minutes, truly picking up. It was, too.
You can see from the picture how our three musketeers, winningly clad in turquoise White Sierra jackets and rain pants, really don't get along very well! Cedar now has the 4th jacket, and Mark has to stop and consider before he gives anyone a fatherly hug.
We've been in Marquette for two days now--done our presentation at the Oredock Brewery, worked with homeschoolers, and put up our "Open Boat" sign on the city's dock where we are parked. Also, we have been loaned bikes for our use, agreed to speak to 70 middle-and high-schoolers on Monday, and received two dinner invites and food from the local co-op. Our crew are still stunned every time this generosity shows itself; I just smile and enjoy the uplift. People are amazing, no doubt about it. May we be worthy of all good will that comes our way.