Like the Loch Ness monster, a boat slips quietly away across Lake Leelanau. The time is... daytime. The year, 1982? Could this be the long lost proof of the Fennelly men sailing away in the rental boat that mysteriously sunk in the depths of those hallowed waters? This story really gets going if you can hum 'The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald' when you read it. Lake Leelanau RV Park and Resort lost (well, banned if you listen to their side of the story) many a customer that day. Sure they were drinking. Sure there were too many men in the eleven foot boat. But, dammit, it was the quickest way across the lake and to the bar. Fare thee well, brave sailors!