July 30…WHEW! We both agree this was the WoRsT day of boating ever!!! Totally makes us forget that day on Lake Michigan in 2011 when we got caught by big unpredicted winds…Thank god this day is over. Captain checked weather…wind was not predicted to kick up until afternoon…and waves were to be under one meter…so at o’dark thirty, we left Wright’s Marina and headed for Killarney. What a mistake! But an even bigger mistake would have been to try turning this big boat around in those big waves and going back…we were committed. And the waves were BIG…Bigger …BIGGEST we’ve ever seen. We are sure they were 4’ and 5’…and some 6’…on the bow quarter…lots of water thrown at us and lots of rocking and rolling. With Captain and auto-pilot George steering the course from the lower helm, Dakota and I huddled for safety and comfort on the sofa as everything skidded off shelves and resting places everywhere. Usually it’s just the pencil holder that takes a nose dive. This time even the items stored on the shelves at the dining table and in the crew quarters landed in heaps on the floor…even the three 25 pound bags of dog food. To say we were taking a beating was putting it mildly. Rather than try to put it back into place, we just let it go…figuring it’d be safer to re-assemble once we got to Killarney…that 5 hours took forever. It did settle down quite a bit for the last couple of hours. Enough so the Captain was able to make calls about staying in Killarney. We were refused docking at the first two marinas…seems there is some sort of MONK boater reunion this weekend…finally were able to get into Roque’s Marina…last one there. And then we arrived into Killarney Channel….narrow waters that start the link between Georgian Bay and the North Channel…three marinas…and about 8 boats circling waiting to dock…all on channel 68 hailing marina’s… people requesting fuel, pump outs…and one with only one engine…somehow we managed to avoid hitting any of them and got an answer from our marina… we missed getting into the first slip assignment because the current and wind were just too strong. Captain made a great saving maneuver.  They circled us around to the inside and we landed like pros that time. Dakota and I were a mess…not to mention poor TUMBLEWEED. But hey, it was only 12:30 and, believe me, no one wanted to eat. …so Floyd started at the front in the crew quarters and galley, I started in the back, captains quarters and head…putting everything back where it belongs. We found some things we forgot we had…and threw away some things we forgot we didn’t need…it was a thorough unplanned boat cleaning experience. We’ll be laughing about it someday…but not today. I’m just gonna say I took all my frustration out on the Captain…and I’m sorry. One wrong call in all our days of boating shouldn’t be grounds for the emotional beating I gave him. He didn’t deserve it…I’ve apologized profusely and I regret the way I behaved…tomorrow will be a better day!!!!