Spontaneity. Our driving force behind leaving Marquette at 2:15 am to embark on the 30 mile journey towards Munising. Undecided it was until 11:30 pm...thus a scramble of goodbyes and grocery shopping followed. The boat became a rampage of clutter...but we were off. At last. The official beginning of our Eastbound life. Our week in Marquette was a soggy, groggy, foggy blur of tasks unaccomplished but rest well achieved. Time with friends and family was much needed, but these two soggy sailors were in need of a flight east.
The darkness swallowed us whole. Ocean-like swells rocked us from the Northeast. Wind was absent. A certain fear of darkness can certainly overwhelm, especially in the black black waters of Superior at 2 in the morning. We pushed through motoring for a while and after some time a small glow appeared just above the horizon. The moon, the glorious moon. It rose before our eyes, due east. A beacon of hope and a glowing path for our eastward flight.
Coffee and cereal. Sails up and bundling on the clothes. Life jackets make incredible insulators too. A calm wind pushed at us from the south...slowly but surely. Between 3 and 4 knots...we putzed along with big grins. Endless stars and the North Star to keep us in check.
Sunrise was a magical time. With it, the winds picked up and we flew East. Sails full. A small sparrow visited Zephyrus and fearlessly crept closer and closer to us. I named it Jack (Jack the Sparrow) for its tactic as it nibbled flies and dribbled inside the cabin.
Our night flight a success. We arrived at Grand Island of Munising: trip time 9 hours. Nothing like a small bump into a 4 ft sandy shoal to wake the helmsman. Summer has officially began thus we must partake in hearty American activities. Grilled cheese in the cast iron and S'mores cooked over the fire [okay, we had salad too]. And then, a jack rabbit visited us with equal fearlessness of the sparrow. Practically nibbling on us...it willingly led us it down a fern bedded path...Alice in Wonderland?! I named it Sparrow the Jack Rabbit....JACK SPARROW!!!!!!!!! woooah...These animal interactions were of some bizarre closeness and curiosity neither of us had ever experienced. We anchored inside the eastern finger of Murray Bay right next to the famous shipwreck by the name of: Dreadnaught. No wrecking for us though, our danforth held us through the night. 'Bout time some things go in our favor!
-Megan
Spontaneity. Our driving force behind leaving Marquette at 2:15 am to embark on the 30 mile journey towards Munising. Undecided it was until 11:30 pm...thus a scramble of goodbyes and grocery shopping followed. The boat became a rampage of clutter...but we were off. At last. The official beginning of our Eastbound life. Our week in Marquette was a soggy, groggy, foggy blur of tasks unaccomplished but rest well achieved. Time with friends and family was much needed, but these two soggy sailors were in need of a flight east. 
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