6:30 am comes early. Right around 6:30 as far as I can tell. So ya, early.
Once up on deck we fired up the engine and headed out of our bay. Last night we had been joined by a fishing trawler but he was gone already: the early fisherdude troll the salmon or something like that… We motored for Cape Cook which is the last of the dangerous headlands but there was virtually no wind so it was another non event. In fact we were able to motor between the Cape and Solander Island which is apparently a very rare event. The sea lions complained loudly at our intrusion although that was just one overly raucous group so maybe they were the grumpy ones.
After we passed the Cape we turned upwind and raised the sails. The wind remained in the 4-6 knot range so we didn’t make much headway. But once we were far enough out we jibed and were able to start to run parallel to Brooks Peninsula.
The winds slowly increased until Tim decided that a downwind MOB drill was in order. We talked it over then rescued our man overboard pole a few times. I am happy to report that despite the hijinx and three-stooge-like antics that no poles were lost.
About midway through our drills we were hailed by Bella Serena. She is the Nanaimo Yacht Charter boat we were supposed to be traveling with. But they had decided to go around the island the other direction so we had been traveling alone. But Brooks Peninsula is the nominal half-way point and this was the logical place to meet them. Luckily for pride’s sake we had made it further south than they had north so I guess we win this leg.
They were about 10nm offshore so we pulled into a close haul and raced out to meet them. We circled each other, took some pictures and waved before resuming our previous headings.
We played around sailing wing on wing and even poled out the jib. It was a great sail downwind for a few hours. Eventually we decided that Kyuquot Sound was our destination. One of the water tanks was dry so we decided to hit the fishing village of Walters Cove. We motored in, dodging rocks and reefs and tied up at the public dock.
Meanwhile Tim was worried because the tach was lagging and the temp was spiking. After we stopped, it turned out that we’d broken a belt and the engine was overheating. The issue with that was he had recently replaced his alternator and all his spares were for the old one. We asked around but no one had an appropriate spare. After a few hours Tim mcgyvered an old spare belt onto the new alternator and we were up and running.
Donna, Leslie and I walked to the store and chatted with the recently-arrived prawn fisherman, then walked a small trail to a nearby beach. Then it was hanging out until the engine work was done. As soon as repairs were complete Donna hit the galley and supper was on its way. We had intended to anchor out but it looks like we will stay at the dock tonight.
The only other thing of note was the sea otters. We saw a couple at sea then a few more in the entrances between the docks and one particularly cheeky fellow who didn’t move from our path until the last moment. They float around in their backs just like in the books with their huge hind feet flopping in the wind and their front paws crossed in their tummies. Super cute.