Sailing the Gulf Islands, Part 3
Day 3, Monday, 9/1/14God it feels good to write this date: 9. 1. 14…
Nine. One. Fourteen….
How many months have I prepared for this trip? How many hours of labor did I spend with the thought of this date as my carrot before the proverbial horse? I was working for more than this trip, of course. I was building my home and carving out a lifestyle, but this trip was a focal point, a mandala to help me visualize the reality I was trying to manifest.
And so far, after only three days, this trip has surpassed all expectations. As I write this, I am close hauled on a sweet down-wind run. My good friend is 100 yards off my port side, paralleling me in his Albin 25 motor sailor. We are travelling along the east side of Galliano Island, on our way to Porlier Pass.
Yesterday was like a day out of heaven. After a sweet sail, we all rendezvoused to chow down on a huge lingcod that Andy caught while sail-trolling. Afterward we went for a night-time walk into town and serendipitously met up with some great people who invited us to make use of their hot-tub at the local spa. Now, under this sweet sail, today is looking to repeat the awesomeness of yesterday.
In the lime lapse above, you can see me sail past Andy’s boat, Gladness, in the distance.
Day 4, Tuesday, 9/2/14Yesterday turned out to be another perfect, serendipitous day. After riding that perfect south-easterly, we stopped at the mouth of Porlier Pass. Along the south end is Dionisio Point, a large park and the site of an old, First Nations (Native American) village. Nothing remains but ash and clam shells mixed in with the dirt, but a quick walk around displays the practicality of setting up a summer camp in this location. Fishing would have been plentiful and the nearby rock formations create a natural fish trap.
We rendezvoused with my parents in Clam Bay of Thetis Island, as they had motored up the inside of the Gulf Islands while we sailed along the outside. After dropping anchor and eating the last of the lingcod, Andy and I loaded up everyone’s garbage into the dingy to take to Telegraph Harbor. The harbor is on the other side of Thetis Island, but a dingy channel has been dredged, connecting it to Clam Bay. Andy had a friend on Thetis that would take our garbage.After depositing our garbage and scoping out prices for showers and laundry, we walked the docks, in no hurry to rush back. We were admiring a Tom Cat power catamaran when Andy noticed the home port was Anacortes, our own town. The boat behind it turned out to be none other than Tony and Pam, old friends and neighbors. While saying ‘Hi’, Tony gave us a tip that over two million salmon were estimated to be plying the waters off Texada Island. He had heard that red hoochies were the best tackle to use. The serendipity out here in the islands never fails to astound me. What a tip!
A northerly storm was expected to hit in the early morning, but never arrived. It is still on the way though. As I sip my coffee and wait for the rest of the party to roust, I’ve been studying the charts. Whaleboat Island, Pirate Cove Marine Park on De Quarcy Island, and Degnen Bay off the south end of Gabriola Island all look to provide good protection from the coming storm. Staying here is a fine option too.
I have to admit that I am looking forward to hunkering down for a day. As awesome as the sailing has been, my body is not used to the constant activity. The tendons in my left arm are crying out for rest, from all the line hauling. I think the others are looking forward to the rest as much as I am, and I know they are also looking forward to taking advantage of my movie collection.
Here is a map of some of the locations I mentioned above: