Saturday August 27, 2022, Belleville to Murray Canal
The convoy of 3 boats left Belleville with the intention of going through the Murray Canal. The Murray canal has very narrow entrances, with shallow areas on each side of the ‘ditch’ under water. In one area there is a shallow 3 feet on the north side and less than 6 feet on the other side. The available width is just 60 feet or less.
We were told by the swing bridge crew to hold position in this underwater canyon. I started getting close to the less than 6 feet north side and tried to turn around in narrow space. I hit Doug’s dinghy, and broke a couple of expensive fittings. He yelled at me to reverse and I tried, but failed to do so in time and ultimately hit his boat. I’m very angry at myself for being intimidated by the shallow water and screwing up Doug’s day. It was completely my fault and it haunts me even when I write this a week later. He got a quote for the broken pieces and I reimbursed him immediately, but it was a pittance for my ruining both our days. I was so shaken I got grounded on the south side and plowed through soft mud that was about 5.5 feet deep (I draw 6 feet). We left 30 foot trail of muddy water behind us before we got clear. I’ve grounded too often lately and I still have to go through the dreaded Presqu’iIe Bay tomorrow where the navigation buoys don’t necessarily keep you from running aground.
It is at the second swing bridge that boats must pay $5.50 for passage through the Murray Canal. As you approach the open bridge, a person passes a long stick with a bucket on the end and boaters are supposed to drop the money into the bucket as payment. It is a quaint custom, but it is their way and it works, I guess. Pierre dropped the money in and we passed through.







At some point towards the end of the storm, we came upon a laker. It seemed to be coming at us from the east. With the wind behind us we had limited options for maneuvering, and we changed course to starboard to avoid it. Then he seemed to change course to his starboard and we were in a collision course again. I turned the boat to Port and cut inside his arc. While I was doing that I lost track of course in the dark. I do remember moving from a consistent course of 63 degrees and then avoiding the tanker and ending up on a course of 311 degrees. The darkness and lack of any reference point other than the laker confused me. Unfortunately, the track on the navigation display doesn’t show the dipsy doodle we were doing to avoid the laker and regain our course.




