The weather today was as lovely as yesterday was nasty. Sunny with ten knot winds was all the encouragement we needed to pull out the spinnaker. We didn’t have many miles to make and with a little open space to play with, we made the best of our good fortune.
Now we’re in Squirrel Cove, a protected anchorage on Cortez Island in Desolation Sound. All just names. The book says space is at a premium in this cove during peak season, but there is plenty of room now. We are one of a half dozen or so boats. There is some shoreline that looks like it might make good exploring, but the girls have decided to nap instead, while I putter away at things I haven’t had time to do on the boat.
I’ll throw a few more names out, not because I think anyone reading it will care, but because I’d like to use this as one method of journalling our travels for future reference. Our ship’s log will do as well, but neither, log nor blog can be scrupulously thorough. I might find details in one that I missed in the other.
On that note, we had planned to anchor in Skerry Bay Wednesday night. The book advertises it as intimate and protected, but we found it full of mooring balls and aquaculture. It was neither practical nor scenic, so we went hunting for something else and ended up in the East Cove of Tucker Bay. Both Tucker and Skerry are on the North End of Lasquiti Island, but Tucker at least had swinging room and we were lucky to have the cove to ourselves. It gets shallow a long way from the head of the cove where a wrecked sail boat is a testament to the dangers of inattention to the charts. I should also note that Tucker would be uncomfortable in strong north-westerlies. Thankfully the winds Wednesday night were from the southeast, so we slept comfortably.
It was those same south-easterlies though, that made our anchorage a little bumpy last night. It pays to be nimble and have alternative options.
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