We’ve only just begun this trip, but we already know that one of the highlights will be Sean’s visit over the weekend. We have a great time…sailing with Sean at the helm…touring the Edsel and Eleanor Ford home…hanging out n the cockpit and people-watching as a parade of boats comes and goes to the restaurant just across the channel well into the night.
Monday afternoon we drop Sean off at Detroit airport and Tuesday morning Keith’s mom and dad drive away toward upstate New York and Maine. Now Keith and I are on our own until we get to the Erie Canal.
Our boat dealer, Bob Reed, generously shares his time and expertise with us later on Tuesday. Anyone who has ever dealt with Bob speaks of him in glowing terms. He’s the first person to call if you’re in the market for a sailboat!
Today we depart the marina into a shroud of fog. Navigational buoys emerge from a dense gray background as we approach. After a few fleeting appearances, the sun forces the haze to retreat to the horizon. We motor past the Motor City and into Lake Erie. Its shallow depths warm to the September sun and sparkle turquoise in its rays.
We make it a short day and stop at Put-in-Bay on South Bass Island. A monument to Commodore Perry, who won the Battle of Lake Erie in these waters and turned the tide in the War of 1812, towers over the harbor. (We get a few history lessons along the way.) Keith and I walk around town past restaurants and gift shops and the “world’s longest bar.” This is a tourist resort accessible only by boat and ferry. On summer weekends, it’s a crazy party atmosphere, jam-packed with revelers. Midweek after Labor Day, it’s low key and lovely.