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07.15 Wednesday. Day 26
Although the howling wind woke me up a few times during the night, I
had a very good sleep right until 0900 hrs. Still very windy this
morning as gale force winds are forecasted again for today. Around
noon, I sailed right from anchor to dock, to the store in Squirrel
Cove. Prices there are very reasonable indeed, if one considers the
remoteness. Provisioned enough to last me for a while.
Called Jules and was filled with good news. She will try to find out if she can still take two weeks off come sailing to Princess Louisa.
Although it looked like a promising sail down to Prideaux, I decided to return to anchor in Squirrel Cove and to take it easy for a while. I will try to call home again try to get Dan to bring me the missing stuff to Comox. I could then cross over and get it there. I will bring the list with me the next time I call.
Georgette tending the flowers
21:00 hrs. As I write this entry, I am listening to the Edelweiss and
Amazing Grace tape a fitting number to end another beautiful day spent
at anchor. The winds were gale force at times but all the same, the sun
was shining bright and it was a beautiful day.
My God there are some nice boats in this bay! Besides Y-Knot, of
course, there is the 'Surfin' from Victoria, a beautiful two-masted
schooner, all painted white... That one is about sixty feet of sheer
beauty. I must have spent two hours, just watching that boat swinging
about. What a sight.
Another ocean-going yacht of some 150' came in the cove to make a
'power-pass'. If that bucket didn't sport ten antennas of various kind
all about it, it didn't have one. I am ready to bet that floating
palace even had a depth finder, by golly! One thing for sure, they had
good navigation equipment as they made it that far and their port of
registry was Philadelphia, of all places. The owner must own a chain of
shoe-shine stores out there!
Early tonight, I spent over two hours transcribing notes from the
sailing books to the charts. There's no time to read the book when
you're tacking in 25 knot winds. As a matter of fact, there's barely
enough chance to read and interpret the charts. Oh well, that's part of
the fun.
For supper, I pigged out! In order to celebrate the good news from home
and also, the 26th day of my cruise, I even allowed myself the luxury
of a cold beer with my Riz Pilaff, mushroom and cream of tomato. I had
bought two beers today. At the price they charged, that's all that 'le
petit moi' could splash on that item. I save the last beer to drink at
the head of Toba or Bute Inlet, whichever comes first.
I was not planning on going to neither of those inlets but, after
re-reading the sailing book: tall mountains, thundering boulders into
the sea, ice for the icebox right on the shore, etc, etc ... I was
sold. They say there are no safe anchorages to speak of in those
inlets, with depths of up (or is it down) to 1800 feet in the channel
but, as usual, I am sure that Y-Knot will find some safe place
somewhere. If not, it's going to be a helluva long sail there and back
because Bute Inlet is over 40 miles long, from its entrance! As usual,
we'll see, eh?
We are still swinging madly in the cove. E. Lee is anchored right next
to me and , he too swings. I can't talk to Clyde on the VHF for now
because, as is his habit, they already have hit the sack!
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