As recounted by Gordon Garrison 1980 aboard Keneskoonech
Apparently in 1980, Keneskoonech, skippered by Dr Bob Midgley of Charlottetown, had quite a crew aboard including a nephew of Bob's, a private school attendee who was visiting from "Upper Canada". Although not a particularly knowledgable sailor, the young gentleman had quite a constitution, spending most of the trip in the forward 'V' berth reading while much of the crew had their moments of hanging over the side singing to the fish. The seas were very rough by times.
After three days at sea, Keneskoonech drifted to a stop in calm weather off Wood Islands where, under sunny warm skies, they laid anchor so as not to loose ground, and took a swim. It was at this time that the well-schooled young man arose from the depths of the forward compartment to the cockpit. With a bit of a face and some distain in his voice, he said, as he wiped his hand across his mouth, "That water is salty!"
This of course brought all conversation to a stand-still. As several of the crewmembers paused and looked at one another, it was obvious as to what had to be done. Without a word, that young man from "Upper Canada" took a sail through the upper layers of the atmosphere only to experience an intimate taste of salt at the end of his trajectory!
Apparently in 1980, Keneskoonech, skippered by Dr Bob Midgley of Charlottetown, had quite a crew aboard including a nephew of Bob's, a private school attendee who was visiting from "Upper Canada". Although not a particularly knowledgable sailor, the young gentleman had quite a constitution, spending most of the trip in the forward 'V' berth reading while much of the crew had their moments of hanging over the side singing to the fish. The seas were very rough by times.
After three days at sea, Keneskoonech drifted to a stop in calm weather off Wood Islands where, under sunny warm skies, they laid anchor so as not to loose ground, and took a swim. It was at this time that the well-schooled young man arose from the depths of the forward compartment to the cockpit. With a bit of a face and some distain in his voice, he said, as he wiped his hand across his mouth, "That water is salty!"
This of course brought all conversation to a stand-still. As several of the crewmembers paused and looked at one another, it was obvious as to what had to be done. Without a word, that young man from "Upper Canada" took a sail through the upper layers of the atmosphere only to experience an intimate taste of salt at the end of his trajectory!
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