Sunday, September 8, 2013

Day 66/ September 4th – Lagoon Cove to Thurston Bay

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.






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Day 65/ September 3rd–Blunden Harbour to Lagoon Cove


Woke up to some serious fog. Foggiest fog yet. So dense we couldn’t make out the boats anchored next to us. All we could do was stay cozy in bed and enjoy our morning coffee while the stove gradually warmed up the cabin. Slowly started moving along just before noon. Headed down the mainland trying to keep the shoreline in sight. Not a ripple in the water outside of a few porpoises. Another world.

Plotted down Queen Charlotte Strait towards Lagoon Cove and the radio got busy with people helping each other out through debris in the water. It sounded like it was everywhere and was slowing everyone down to our speed! Apparently really dry weather and then really wet weather, compounded by clear cutting = land slides which = serious debris in the sea. We came to it just as it started to POUR with rain. We had to slow way down and Kim had to go stand up on the bow using some arm signals we came up with to navigate the way through. We crept into Lagoon Cove Marina in the dark and were greeted by two soaked helping hands on the dock. Tied up and tucked in for the night.