Some of our crew decided to get back in touch with our inner Rednecks, and ventured to Sandpiper this past weekend.
Sandpiper was where we first met most of the Georgian Bay Rednecks, and I didn’t know how much I’d missed the bonfire gatherings and live guitar sing-a-longs that cap off a typical day at that beach. Thanks friends for helping me get back to my Redneck roots. Here’s to another weekend at Sandpiper in the future, and another Jack Daniels toast to Captain Kirk, who left us too soon. Cheers.
I also got the kayak down for an adventure this weekend. Lori and took a tour from Sandpiper to Frying Pan Bay on the other side of Beausoleil Island to visit the rest of the crew.
A couple things to keep in mind if you plan to take a similar trip. First, it is a lot further than it seems when you are in a bigger, faster boat. Second, bigger, faster boats don’t care that you are in a much smaller boat. We got swamped by wake that looked 10-feet tall and was breaking better than the surf at Big Sur!
At one point I asked Lori to stop at the next beach she saw. Two minutes later I realized I needed to stop immediately as I was sitting in water up around my waist. Even as I was scrambling over the slippy rock shoreline trying to drag my kayak up to tip it over, we were being swamped by boat wake.
To top it all off – our friends at Frying Pan were out on a dinghy adventure of their own – but at least we got a good workout.
Until next week – Happy Boating – (big or small.)