Log - 7/9/2001 to 7/12/2001
Strait of Georgia (Naniamo to Powell River)
Katherine and Alan
We went to Scottie Bay on Tuesday, July 10th, a day later than expected.
When we attempted to hoist the anchor in Naniamo wouldn't break
loose. Alan free dove 25 feet to the bottom and found the flukes
wedged under a rock (the book says there is a mud bottom). After
an hour's worth of work trying various things, Alan was able to
break it free. So we went back to the Naniamo visitor's wharf for
one more night; it was a fortuitous turn of events, because we met
a lovely couple with a Tayana 37 Pilothouse Cutter (Sandy &
Savvy Sanders). Their generosity and friendship is almost overwhelming.
We had a lovely evening sharing joys, frustrations, and ideas about
our Tayanas and other life adventures. Sandy set us on our way with
some full bellies & useful items from this area.
The passage across the Northern Strait of Georgia to Lasqueti Island
was uneventful. We successfully navigated around the Whiskey Golf
area where they were testing torpedoes. We motorsailed across most
of the strait. Shortly after raising our three sails the wind died
and our speed dwindled to 1.7 knots. So we cranked up the noise
maker and motored the rest of the way.
The Bull Channel on the northeast side of Lasqueti Island is the
most appealing cluster of islands we have seen on the journey. Unfortunately,
we decided to press on to Scottie Bay, the documented "Safe"
anchorage in this area; unfortunately it was no where near as scenic.
Scottie Bay is at the northern end Lasqueti Island and is described
as an anchorage that is "all but bombproof". An accurate
assessment unless you consider all the other boats with the same
idea. We are using the stern tie to shore technique, which is keeping
us away from the riffraff and closer to the natural oyster beds.
Squiz sez: I found a new hiding spot when motoring and the best
part is I don't have to jump! It's behind the cruising spinnaker
in the quarterberth. After sleeping for most of the day during all
that noisy motorsailing, I feel refreshed and spent some of my morning/afternoon
nap time stuporvising their silly projects.
On bread: I tried a different sourdough recipe that has you make
a "sponge" for 24-48 hours before you make the bread.
The captain likes this one even better.
July 10, 2001
We slipped out of Scottie bay at 8:30 AM and were greeted by the
standard morning NW wind; this common wind is guaranteed to blow
every time we want to travel northwest, up the Strait of Georgia.
After rounding the northern end of Texada Island, we tucked into
Sturt day -- a very pleasant anchorage with more enticing oyster
beds. We still are shy of slurping the little slimy buggers, as
some people say there are red tide toxins in the area.
The next day we crossed the Malaspina Straight to the Beach Gardens
Resort and Marina. This is a big splurge - tying up to a dock with
water and power for two nights - to allow us to provision before
meeting Mark, Ian, and Andy. It's resort days are definitely in
the past. Garbage sacks surround the dumpster, the pool is empty,
the spa doesn't exist, the workout gymnasium is now owned by someone
else that charges guests extra, and the resort office cannot even
mail a letter for us (unlike the description in the guide book).
Nonetheless, we make good use of our time and proximity of the nearby
Powell River metropolis to prepare for our next couple of weeks
beyond "roads' end".