Land abruptly meeting the Sea... The sea of inland persuasion with some sort of granite introduction...


You can tell we are not in Kansas anymore, mostly because we never were, they don't have large amounts of bountiful fresh water, and the shoreline here looks so, Canadian...


As we complete the 18+ mile, roughly 30 kilometer crossing we pass the baton from the United States to Canada...


Getting our calm crossing on, beyond five nautical miles from shore past the U.S. slash Canadian border...


Listen to the soothing sound of thunder rolling across the bay as you drift away in the warmth of the late day sun... Open your eyes and realize that's no thunder- but the mighty roar of an upbound frieghter... ZOINKS! (denoting an EXTREMELY surprised demeanor)