3 July 2010
They say that "time and tide wait for no man", so first thing in the am we warmed up the engines and proceeded to haul up our anchor. In this anchorage, we had beenwell set, so had to reconnoiter the boat in order to hoist the bugger out of its wedge...but all was well. We left at a slick tide, right before the ebb. We had expected to ride the current and pick up good speed with the ebb, but were rather disappointed. Our average speed was only a tawdry 7.4 knots (approx). The views (as always) were breathtaking...mountain peaks both east and west of us (also at our back). It was smooth cruising.
We saw an old ferry boat along the way, anchored and re-commissioned as a modern logging camp. The equipment can be transported where the vehicles had originally driven in...the ship was large enough to house an entire crew quite comfortably. We were impressed by the operation!
The tide was beginning to change as we neared the Havannah Channel towards Port Harvey, so we took the opportunity to settle in for the afternoon. The Waggoneer Guide mentioned that a new marina had been established last year and that there were several anchorages in the area. That was goo
d enough for us! It was a short distance in from the Straight. We found a suitable spot behind Range Island. Tilly and I rowed our small hard-bottomed inflatable boat to the little island for her to have a potty break, while Dave crabbed off of our stern deck (another crab line fiasco). Tilly and I returned to find that our own crab line had gotten attached to our props while the boat had spun on the anchor! I put on my swimsuit and grabbed my scuba mask with the idea that I could somhow free the line...I HATE swimming! The water was freezing and my lung capacity not up to the task. I once again assisted Dave in donning 
his wet suit and scuba gear for another dive. How people do this boating thing without dive gear is beyond me!?! In short order he had removed the line, and then he just dived for the helluvit! Afterwards we took the AquaSport into the marina to visit the store (and the people)...nice to get out every now and again...
We enjoyed a delectible supper of lingcod and rockfish, stuffing, salad and green beans...bette than Thanksgiving! It's only 7:30 pm, but I am bushed...it's been a long, but enjoyable day.
As I write this, I look out to the Johnstone Straight and watch a sailboat come into the inlet...behind it is a cruise ship, heading southeast...that ship is on the same journey, but misses all of the "nooks and crannies" that is the most amazing part of this trip. I am so grateful to be able to explore those special places...
They say that "time and tide wait for no man", so first thing in the am we warmed up the engines and proceeded to haul up our anchor. In this anchorage, we had beenwell set, so had to reconnoiter the boat in order to hoist the bugger out of its wedge...but all was well. We left at a slick tide, right before the ebb. We had expected to ride the current and pick up good speed with the ebb, but were rather disappointed. Our average speed was only a tawdry 7.4 knots (approx). The views (as always) were breathtaking...mountain peaks both east and west of us (also at our back). It was smooth cruising.
We saw an old ferry boat along the way, anchored and re-commissioned as a modern logging camp. The equipment can be transported where the vehicles had originally driven in...the ship was large enough to house an entire crew quite comfortably. We were impressed by the operation!
The tide was beginning to change as we neared the Havannah Channel towards Port Harvey, so we took the opportunity to settle in for the afternoon. The Waggoneer Guide mentioned that a new marina had been established last year and that there were several anchorages in the area. That was goo
d enough for us! It was a short distance in from the Straight. We found a suitable spot behind Range Island. Tilly and I rowed our small hard-bottomed inflatable boat to the little island for her to have a potty break, while Dave crabbed off of our stern deck (another crab line fiasco). Tilly and I returned to find that our own crab line had gotten attached to our props while the boat had spun on the anchor! I put on my swimsuit and grabbed my scuba mask with the idea that I could somhow free the line...I HATE swimming! The water was freezing and my lung capacity not up to the task. I once again assisted Dave in donning 
his wet suit and scuba gear for another dive. How people do this boating thing without dive gear is beyond me!?! In short order he had removed the line, and then he just dived for the helluvit! Afterwards we took the AquaSport into the marina to visit the store (and the people)...nice to get out every now and again...We enjoyed a delectible supper of lingcod and rockfish, stuffing, salad and green beans...bette than Thanksgiving! It's only 7:30 pm, but I am bushed...it's been a long, but enjoyable day.
As I write this, I look out to the Johnstone Straight and watch a sailboat come into the inlet...behind it is a cruise ship, heading southeast...that ship is on the same journey, but misses all of the "nooks and crannies" that is the most amazing part of this trip. I am so grateful to be able to explore those special places...
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