BUGS and FOG EVERYWHERE

 Destination Presque Isle from Harrisville.
The foghorn blasted out a warning from the top deck of Wild Goose II most of the day. We listen to the marine radio broadcasting information on a trout tournament. Captain Ron sends out calls over the radio to advise people of our course and position...that did not stop us from coming close to collision this afternoon. An "abbott" type sailboat popped out of the fog just yards ahead of us  and to starboard. The skipper of that vessel stuck his head out of the cabin just as Ron turned to port and avoided a very serious situation. The boat never showed on our radar screen and since the helmsperson of the sailboat was below deck, it's safe to say he did not see us either.
The close call took our minds off of the many bugs on board who needed a place to land and hitch a ride towards shore. Where do they come from way out here? This morning as I still slept Ron washed the boat of fish flies and now we have there pesky little ones...glad they don't bite.

We are crossing Saginaw Bay today where we ride smoothly over an abundance of marked shipwrecks. It's a rather erie feeling gliding on the waters above wondering about the  stories of their final hours. I looked up a few of the wrecks and read that they are in great shape for divers because the fresh waters are so cold and the wrecks are well preserved. That would not be my kind of diving, as I like pretty fish and shallower waters! Fresh water fish are quite ugly.