We wound our way back through the narrow small craft channel. It was much more relaxing this time now that we’re getting used to the rocks being so close.





Peter found us another great Anchorage on the Go Home River. Stories differ about why it’s named that. One is that the name originates from the Ojibwe language describing the waterway as a direct path or route to return home. Another links 19th-century lumberjacks and steamship operators whose crews would drive their timber down the river to Georgian Bay, finish their work, get paid at the inlet, and finally “go home.”

We had the anchorage to ourselves. All we heard was a float plane far above and a fishing boat from one of the cottages.
Me swimming

Aug 6: Another three rafted boats joined us in the anchorage, but not too close. I took another kayaking trip.









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