Next stop is Whitefish Point. The weather was overcast, but relatively calm, as we passed this tug and barge.
As soon as we rounded Whitefish Point, the waves were steep and close. We were glad to only have about 45 minutes to the Harbor of Refuge here. Jerry navigated the narrow entrance in beam seas, and shortly had us safely moored at the inside wall. We took some big waves over the breakwall and onto Monarch while she was moored.That evening we had Joanne Darling over for dinner aboard. She is Marty’s cousin Chuck wife’s Cynthya’s mom, who spend summers at her cottage in nearby Paradise.
The rough weather had resulted in a full house here at the harbor. We watched a sailboat depart the next morning, with a great deal of bobbing and broaching, so we decided to have a lay day here to wait for better weather.
Taking advantage of the day in port, we recalled our walk here a month ago, and the unripe blueberries we saw along the road. We revisited them, to find them ripe for the picking.
It had been many years since we had picked wild blueberries. We picked with one hand and swatted mosquitoes with the other!
In all, we picked about 1½ quarts. In our future were blueberry waffles, blueberry crisp alamode and blueberry buckle! 
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