Tacking the crystal clear waters of Georgian Bay puts wind in my sails, and uplifts my spirit. Fresh, warm breezes caress my being, as windswept pines and granite, painted in linear motifs, frame the path ahead. As clouds begin to build with menacing intent, we seek refuge in the cradle of Beausoleil Island. With the promise of calm waters and star lit skies surrounding us, we are blessed with the assurance that we will awake refreshed while moored in the mist.
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