Meldrum Bay, Ontario to Drummond Island, Michigan
Well, it wasn't easy, but I managed to find transportation to Drummond Island. Rather than attempt the known to be hazardous Route 17, I had always planned to ride my bicycle to Meldrum Bay and then get a boat ride somehow to Drummond Island. My plan was based entirely on wishful thinking. There were no tourist boats in Meldrum Bay that I could hitch a ride on. After yesterday's windstorm, nobody seemed at all interested in taking me from Meldrum to Drummond. I was getting that sinking feeling that I had ridden to the edge of the earth and that there was no way out at all. I tried to charter an airplane to fly me from Gore Bay to Drummond. I made several calls to Gore Bay and locally looking for anybody who would take me the45 miles or so to Drummond.
Years ago, I flew on business via charter aircraft to Stevens Village on the north side of the Yukon River in Alaska. I finished my business and couldn't get ahold of the charter company to fly me home. I realized that I was isolated; that there was no other way whatsoever to get home. I could not walk or take some other form of transportation. In a near panic, I managed to use the school satellite dish in Stevens Village to get a message to the air charter provider that I wanted to be picked up. It wasn't that I didn't like Stevens Village or the people there, but I did not like being stuck. I had that same feeling today.
I took a couple of walks down to the marina.
I saw some young loons there.
Somebody actually crafted a doll house version of the Meldrum Bay Inn.
They picked me up right on schedule and the ride back was swift and enjoyable. I knew we were back to Drummond when we saw this sailboat. The weather was distinctly better in Michigan.
My choice of transportation was particularly fortuitous also because these people happen to own most of Drummond Island, including the classy 2,000 acre Woodmoor Resort, where I am staying the night.