Woke up to jaunty Lagoon Cove. The entire marina was a flutter with banter and speculation about the disastrous debris that was preventing everyone from making their way home. The care taker of the place delivered a delicious fresh loaf of homemade bread to our boat as a consolation for missing the halibut fry up the night before. We had the best showers of the trip here – good pressure, flat rate, cedar stalls. Everyone puttered out after the first boat called back on the radio reporting Blow Hole was open and the narrows were clear. We filled up with fuel and water and carried on out to Johnstone Strait.
Fog again. This time much less settling with the high traffic in these parts. We could see larger vessels on the radar, but not out the window. We slowed the boat and under the drifts of fog we would catch glimpses of them. We almost retreated into Port Neville, but as we neared the fog lifted and we carried on in the sun. Coasted on the current down Johnstone and wanted to get up Okisollo, but we weren’t going to make it. Headed up to Thurston Bay Marine Park instead.
As we pulled in we couldn’t believe how warm it was. And dark! And dry! We could hear crickets and could smell the warm dry grass on the rocks. Definitely south now.
