The Friday the 13th leg was a 22-hour run south through Georgian Bay. Departing from Little Current at 10:55 A.M. through the revolving bridge at Manitoulin Island and then taking the eastern route to avoid the shipping lanes with the intention of enjoying the rugged coastline of Georgian Bay. The trusty weatherman called for showers with a chance of thundershowers. Untypically, the sun shone all day. 

Prozac has an uncanny knack of determining wind direction - always nose to the wind. Captain Lee was meticulous in plotting the course and entering the waypoints into Lowrance, but as he commented “all that was necessary was to point into the wind and we would magically find our destination”. 

The water was Caribbean blue and we enjoyed large gentle 6-foot sea swells until sunset. Had a Bar B on the Bay, of scallops and rice. Rain arrived just prior to Smith and Mant’s first dogwatch at 10 P.M. followed by nasty variable 25-knot winds. Peter and Carl tried to climb into their bunks. The boat started to heel at 35 to 40 degrees. Despite Carl’s threats of wishing to bunk in with Peter it appeared he was doing all possible to avoid tumbling onto Peter’s lap while everything else that was not properly stowed slid to port. Peter played Jacques Cousteau studying the marine life through the porthole. 

Full sails and engine running, Prozac was becoming unmanageable. Greg sent Theyre to solicit additional hands on deck. Carl quietly suggested turning off the engine. Through the din of engine and wind noise this suggestion didn’t make it to the helm and was followed by a “TURN OFF F---ING THE ENGINE!!!!!!!!!”. Two donuts and a little commotion later, the crisis was averted and we got back on course. 

Second Dog watch was blessed with both wind and favorable direction for Carl and Peter to set a trip record of 7.3 knots through fog and heavy rain. After sunrise, the skies gradually cleared and permitted vistas of Georgian Bay en route to our destination of Midland. Pulled into Doral Marine Resort, Canada’s largest freshwater marina with 1000 slips, at 9:30 A.M. Saturday June 14 where we looked forward to 40 winks and an afternoon of unstepping the mast. 

Taking the mast down proved to be a challenging exercise having to disconnect all electrics as they are hard wired without deck fittings. Peter and Greg disembarked at Midland where Peter Jones joined as fresh crew. Leaving the ship for the last time, Peter and Greg were heard to comment that after 10 days on it, this Prozac stuff maybe is not so bad after all!