Sailing, sailing, sailing That’s why we live the life we do, so that we can untie the lines and explore the world in our own backyard. We have had some great times and some trickier times. We have laughed, yelled and cried. But we always have fun.
We left Squirrel Cove in the drizzle and and stopped by the store to check it out. Not much good stuff here either. We ended up with a kiwi, a 1/2 litter of milk (for milk and cookies), some 5 cent candies, a ginger beer and a kinder surprise egg. Now that is a random assortment of items! And I wanted spinach and cashews… Anyway as we were leaving Kolby noticed some intense vibrations as he revved up the engine. Further investigation revealed that one of the aft mounts had sheared the bolt in half. Oh joy of joys. A few phone calls later as we learn that all four should be replaced at the same time and they can be replaced in a few days… at a cost of $275 each.. !$%*#! That is not going to happen. Kolby’s pet peeve is to pay more for a product that he can have built better for less money. SO we will head to Comox to have a bolt welded back on as a temporary fix to get us home. It has been raining non stop for over 18 hours now… we are just waiting for some sun to come out!
….is just not quite the same as in mid-summer. We were lucky to have some lovely sunny days, and it certainly felt warm in the sun, but the air had a chill to it that just wouldn’t shake. We were at Rebecca Spit the first night and Fynn and Kolby slept outside under the stars on the foredeck.
They were a bit damp in the morning. We headed to Tenedos that afternoon and motored in the sunshine on flat seas. We nailed our stern tie in the cove and enjoyed the afternoon sun before it dipped behind the mountains.
The next morning we woke up in the shade. When we were still in the shade at 11am I requested that we move out of our spot and into the sunshine. The boat was cold- fleece pants and wool socks cold. We headed to Unwin Lake in the afternoon and were disappointed to find that two logs/ swimming platforms had floated off. The air wasn’t quite warm enough and the water was a bit chilly, but we still had fun. We even lugged Bowen’s bed with us so we could put him down for his nap when he was tired.
Back at the dinghy the tide was way up and Kolby and Fynn chased sculpins around the tide pools before we headed home for a salmon dinner. The next morning we left for Laura Cove and tucked into the nook that is just at the entrance to the bay. Despite the rocks it is a lovely spot. We spent the day dinghying and paddle boarding around the cove.
The days are getting shorter now and seems to quickly slip through our fingers. In the morning Kolby picked the prawn trap and had a good haul 32 prawns! I went for a paddle and then we picked up the anchor and headed for a stop over at Refuge Cove as it was the last day they were open. We were expecting something, but instead found a mostly empty store and the only thing on sale was ice cream at 25% off.
We washed our laundry and hung it on the life lines as we headed to Squirrel Cove, where we intended to ride the rapids on the paddle board. See that is the thing with having littles, intentions don’t always work out. Instead we watched the water draining from the lagoon from the dinghy and went for a zoom around as Fynn napped. C’est le vie.
We sent two nights on the public docks at Campbell River- it was literally half the price of Discovery Marina further north. We spent most our time apply for jobs and wandering around town, but we did have an adventure when we took the bus to the public pool. Turns out Kyber had snuck off the boat and followed us. When our trail went cold he ended up hanging out front of the pier for a few hours before a lovely couple called us and said they had him. SO they drove him up to the pool and dropped him off, we had our swim then all walked home.
Later that evening we headed to the pier to watch the fishermen. They were catching chinooks and Fynn and I watched an older gentleman gut his catch. Weren’t we surprised when he saw us later and ask “Would you like a fish?” he asks “Absolutely!” I respond, to which he retrieves his 15 lb chinook and passes it over to us. So we have now received more salmon as gifts then we have caught! WAHOO!