high-risk choice, so think long and hard before you follow my wake. Upon arriv- ing at the north end I set up my three pulley system with my stretchy anchor rode to pull Ält Bäd up the beach to ques- tionable safety. Outer Island is considered a bit crowded with even just one person around, but surprisingly, someone else was already there. It was Craig Blacklock, known locally as Mr. Superior for his photographic work and public defense of the waters. He has kayaked a mere 3,000 miles along Superior shores. When Craig saw me he came down to the beach to help haul my boat ashore, grabbing the rode and giving some mighty heaves. He soon gave up. I went back to leaning my weight into the line, inching her up the beach. (Speed doesn’t seem to work; long, steady pulls are better, although slower. By whatever method, that beach was a lot steeper than I had planned on.) It’s a nice walk up the stairs to the top


of the bluff. In the center of the stairway are the old iron rails for the lighthouse supply cart. Don’t know if it is still used. There I joined Craig who was taking pictures of the Lighthouse every 15 minutes, all day long. He had two or three spots and he would walk a circuit taking pictures from each on a schedule. A “you-hoo?”sounded from the forest, which Craig answered. A young lady asked if she could come out, or would they be interfering with the picture? Craig said “No problem” and two college girls walked out of the woods. Tey had spent two weeks surveying the fauna of the island. Te leader was very quiet. Te other girl seemed glad to have someone to talk to, and she did not stop. Next the park boat showed up and now we had three boats and five people—a mob scene! Tey leſt and it was back to Craig and me. We were soon joined by thou- sands of dragonflies, and as the sun set the air became thick with fireflies. What a lovely day! I made the mistake of sleeping in the


OPPOSITE TOP— Honeymoon Rock off the north end of Basswood Island visited during the rally. ABOVE TOP— Wayfarers pulled out on Hermit Island during the Rally.


ABOVE—Sean and Quinn slipping between Honeymoon Rock and Basewood Island in a woodie Wayfarer.


boat. The angle up the beach made it rather uncomfortable; a tent on land would have been nicer. That night an- choring out would also have worked, with the lack of wind. Tursday morning I took a slow walk past the lighthouse outhouse, and on to the creek. Turned around there as I was barefoot and wear- ing shorts, and the woods on the other side could have been full of Lyme ticks,


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