It rained hard this morning, but cleared to a warm, sunny afternoon. We could have sailed a bit this morning, had the crew been more enthusiastic about operating in a driving rain on choppy seas. Maybe we should wait until the rain lightens. The wind lightened.
We arrived around 2pm, half an hour ahead of a stream of boats pouring through Dodd Narrows at slack. Pirate Cove is tight, even tighter than Silva Bay. So we gratefully took the last of the anchoring space.
There's a trail around the island to give boaters a little exercise. Quijote's crew was curiously indifferent to the opportunity.
We spent the afternoon sleeping like cats, trapped in a sunbeam.
Bek made dinner tonight. Thai fried rice with shrimp. She did an excellent job of it. The recipe is one of my favorites.
We're not hoarding leftovers the way we usually do. The meals are ample enough for five, so there's not much left with four of us gorging on them. When Mick and I are the only ones remaining for the final leg, we'll only have to cook dinner every other day alternating with leftovers.
Tomorrow we start with Gabriola Passage, a narrow, winding channel that will spit us out into the Georgia Strait. We have to time our Passage for slack, which comes at 9:15am, according to the tables. Anchor up at 8:30.
Tomorrow will be a long one. We have 47 miles to do and the narrows won't let us start any earlier than 8:30. We should get there before 6pm if we can keep our average speed up.
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