Wine Festival...we finally found you

 We slip out of our dock later than most of the other boats and I head back to the cabin to clear my head of medicine...I wake up half way across Saginaw Bay in 200' of  dark steel blue water. The light winds are trying to make ripples on top without much luck. We've traveled 200 miles since last Monday and it is now Saturday the 19th of July..the blog is still a bit mixed up, but I'm too far behind to change it at the moment.

 Arrived in Harrisville to see a huge tent up on the hill. Great news! A wine festival...bad news...it ends in an hour :(
Oh well. We settle for taking the bikes up the hill and around a few corners to the local IGA where we spend a ton of money on cough and cold syrups, anti-bacterial wipes and of course a few groceries. We won't be staying long, so the bikes come right back to the boat to get strapped down.

A beautiful Benteau pulls in next to us and off comes the crew....6 chawawa's are loaded into a buggy that looks like a baby stroller and a short fence is loaded on top for them to use when they get to shore. I hear a cat's meow and then some whistles. Noah's Ark? Turns out the bird on board is making all the noises and imitating a cat. We later find out the bird is also good at the rally cries of The Detroit Red Wings...."he shoots, he scores! ...." evidently the bird was first learning to talk during a better time for the team.

  Morning will bring on the fog.