Phillip Edward Island

by Dorothy Van Esbroeck

It was February and I was hoping to pick a few rather calm and sunny July days for a trip. Checking the calendar, I picked the days leading up to the full moon on July 21st. What else besides the phases of the moon do you know in advance when selecting trip dates? I had been to the Phillip Edward Island area many times so it seemed a good choice for this leisurely trip. Gradually e-mails came in from fellow GLSKA members inquiring about the trip.

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Finding Espresso Beach in Sardinia

I landed in a rock-lined cove that mesmerized me
I landed in a rock-lined cove that mesmerized me

Wendy Killoran

Frenetic waves jostled my kayak in a confounded frenzy. The mistral winds tore over the tepid Mediterranean Sea and waves rebounded in a chaotic mess off the granitic cliffs. But the box of waves I found myself in was created by the continuous wakes of yachts, sailboats and jet skis, which plied the enticing Costa Smeralda in northern Sardinia. There was no predictability to the waves rolling beneath my kayak’s hull. I dug in and plodded on.

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Promoting Stewardship: GLSKA’s Georgian Bay Committee

By Doug Cunningham
Founder and First Chairman of the Georgian Bay Committee

I remember the day well. It was the occasion of the GLSKA Annual Meeting in November 1993 and the final agenda item, Other Business, was tabled. I spoke up, expressing my concern for the fragility of the Bay Islands and the need to preserve their quality for the enjoyment of future generations.

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Slate Islands Sojourn

Caribou in the Slates
Caribou in the Slates

Donna Griffin-Smith

Monday, August 2, 6 a.m.: Our group of eight kayakers stood on the beach staring into a dense pea soup fog. Contrary to its reputation, Lake Superior was flat calm. Not a whisper of wind and no waves. Somewhere before us, were the Slate Islands. We knew they were out there somewhere, but where?

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In the Land of the Great Manitou

The shore was wild and beautiful
The shore was wild and beautiful

by Wendy Killoran

I’d arrived on Manitoulin Island’s shore with a great sense of mystery. The world’s largest freshwater island is situated at the northern tip of Lake Huron. As I paddled counterclockwise around its convoluted coastline with my paddling companion Michael, a natural paradise of spiritual presence, mystical wonders and magical moments revealed itself.

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