As we got on the bay side of the lighthouse we noticed this barrel up on a pole. As the story goes, early fur traders lost a canoe near this point. Their canoe included a barrel of whiskey that was found by stranded traders the next spring. After a drinking spree the barrel was left on the point as a beacon. French mariners were soon calling it Pointe au Baril. Later this marker was improved to include a lantern in the barrel that would be lit by the first fisherman returning inland to light the way for the rest of the boats. What would those people think if they could see the electronics we navigate by now?
It was a smooth trip but pretty boring as we are a long way from land for most of the day so there isn’t much to look at besides water, and more water. Coming into Killarney you immediately notice the change in topography, as the large hills are white quartzite. They are 3 ½ billion years old and believed to have once been as high as the Rocky Mountains are now. Wow!
Killarney is a quaint little village.
We are spending a couple of days at the marina at the Sportsmen’s Inn. The guy in the blue shirt is named Dave. He’s a local. Being familiar with the area waters he offered to brief the captains on anchorages. Local knowledge is always the best!For supper we all walked down to the Herbert
Fisheries. It is the place to eat. Only thing on the menu is fried walleye (although up here they call it pickerel) and french fries. That works. The place is an old school bus permanently parked and from this they crank out the fish dinners. 
Lots of picnic tables to sit at, but we still had trouble finding an empty one. Busy place.
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