Whisky and Navigation
In the whisky wars of the late 19th century Canadien distiller Seagrams tried to skirt the prohibition on whisky imports by importing grain and distilling stateside. Not one to be duped, Hiram Walker found out about this and put an agent on the ship, the Forest City.
This agent had a magnet in his pocket and got on to the bridge next to the compass causing the ship to steer headlong through the fog into the rock cliff on an island in Lake Huron off Tobermory Ontario. A piece of that ship is still jammed into that cliff about 50’ up but most of it lies 100’+ under the waves and fog a monument to subterfuge, poor navigation security, hubris, leadership…and booze
I was reminded of that wreck this morning when I witnessed navigational confusion in the ranks at the fork in the road at the south end of Pine. More than half the group peeled off behind Eric, leaving him stranded out front like a centurion without a legion, possibly headed to their doom in the morning mist.
Who knows that fate awaited them? I can only attribute this age old act of sabotage to Willie’s limitless ability infect all the group’s Garmin computers. Heartwarming to know navigation continues to be a development oppy and that Steves bike has a reverse gear. I can only imaging what happened at the fork of Glen and Farm…must have been an audible of epic proportions
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