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Monday, 7 July 2008

Vance’s Marina

Spanish, Ontario

We spend two days in Vance’s on the North Channel of Lake Huron. They park us right behind the office on a grassy spot.

The satellite tuner got wet again and shorted out. My database of altitude and azimuth observations has gotten big enough that I can easily find the satellite now without it by getting the latitude and longitude off one of the GPS devices. Mrs. Phred watches the Wimbledon finals.


We rent a boat Sunday and go fishing for Walleye. I troll slowly with a spoon lure. There are no hits, but we enjoy the scenery anyway.


Gene and Marilyn are from Cincinnati. They spend four months a year here. They’re both 75 this year. Gene explains that the walleye ate all the food in the channel and left Saturday for parts unknown. He says they’ll be back in September. Gene gives us six walleye fillets. Gene seems quite knowledgeable about walleye. He shows me the jigs he likes to use.


It’s about 300 miles to Ottawa. Mrs. Phred wants to spend two full days there and then arrive in Burlington, Vermont on Friday to spend the weekend with our old friend, Judy, so we’ll have to leave this morning to meet her schedule.

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