Wisconsin Back to Michigan

We spent 10 days in Door Country due to the fine hospitality of the
natives, Pem & Susie, the expectation of getting the much dreaded
engine "low Battery" alarm fixed, and showing the first mate some of
the old ports of call.
While waiting for the alternator to be flown in over Memorial Day
Weekend, to hopefully stop the alarm from sounding at all the wrong
times, we visited Fish Creek and Egg Harbor. The same candy shop in
Fish Creek with the bath tub filled with "penny" candy is still there. I thought we saw a mail order from someone in London saying "Your candy selelctoin  is still brilliant, send the usual; mind that, send a double order as there are now two of us I'm feeding"
While in town we restocked our 25 year old balsamic supply augmenting
it with a raspberry blend for Cin's salads of summer.
We returned to SB to have the alternator installed only to find that
it was still piling up frequent flier miles and wouldn't arrive until
Wednesday. All for naught as it worked brilliantly while the
technician from Volvo was there and then the next morning, it was back
to normal-repeated alarms! Our plan is to embarrass Tartan while we
are there in Cleveland next month to fix it since we have fairly
reliable data that they, in fact, put all this together and were paid
to do same.
Well,...while the alarm kept us company, we were off to Sister Bay and
a massive invasion of lake flies. So much so, that as we left for
Jackson Harbor in Washington Island the next morning, the first mate
was spared the gruesome sight on deck and stayed below to make
breakfast. Live lake flies everywhere and the piles of carcases from
the night at anchor! Cindy loaned Pete her green mesh clothespin bag
to put over his head, to keep the flies out of his mouth! We smoked
north on an east wind and arrived at the quaint harbor to wait for our
weather window to cross back over the 60 miles to Leland Michigan.

Shortly after setting anchor in Jackson Harbor in cold and cloudy

conditions the USCG came by for a visit. We welcomed the input

 never having been boarded before and found that we were in compliance;

mostly. All our safety ewuipement checked out which made the Captain

proud and the first mate smile. Luckliy our only known non compliance was 

not having our "USCG Documented Vessel"  engraved plaque attached to

 HD and they missed pointing that out to us. Pem is haivng it made in SB and

we should have it the next time we are boarded.

Jackson Harbor was quite small for our draft so we anchored in 10 feet of
water several hundred yards from the SE shore which allowed only a
couple a boat lengths from the lee shore behind us, with 35kt winds!
Our Rocna anchor held and the wind blew relentlessly until after
3:30AM, when the captain finally closed his eyes for the last time
that night to wake to a gently forrested westerly wind.
We set sail for across the lake-destination Leland. A very different
trip than the one going west, we were becalmed with rolling 5 to 6
foot waves left over from the previous night, quartering us, and the
iron Genny took us most of the way to Michigan rocking and rolling the
whole trip! UNTIL... outside Manitou Island, 20 miles from shore, we
were greeted with a nice SE fresh breeze in the shelter of the
island (read; "no waves")...turning it into the kind of day a sailor lives for. Short but
a very, very nice finish to our day.
Leland lived up to its' reputation. An hundred year old fishing
village with some of the same wooden dock houses still in use. After
church we took on the task of ridding HD and the dingy of the lake
flies who were buried among us. Being the first warm and calm day
we've had, the captain also got started on the much needed varnishing
of the toe rail and rub rail which were showing signs of sun. Cin
explored the village shops for treasures. Returning almost empty
handed the first mate was enlisted to help finish the varnishing. (We
get a lot of unsolicited" beautiful boat" comments, so we wanted HD
not to feel self conscience with all the eyes on her)