Banana Mojo

We transited Seymour Narrows without incident today (thanks to our lucky bananas,) arriving in Thurston Bay well behind the Motor Vessel Molly, a friend of Will's. We threw our anchor out next to where we imagined theirs to be and backed up along side of them. A certifiable boat raft. Molly is stern tied to shore, but the weather is forecasted to be fair, so we didn't bother, relying instead on theirs.

Kevin and I rafted up in this bay a couple years ago. I regretted the move when the winds and waves kicked up over night, but we survived to tell the tale.

This afternoon, the two crews are scheming to hike a possibly defunct trail to a lake. It isn't clear which side of the island the trail is on, so some exploration is expected. I'm thinking I'll pass that. It sounds somewhat fruitless. I'll do some walking on the beach instead and help Yoshi make dinner.

It's tortellini pasta tonight. I bought two "family sized" bags of tortellini for the last leg as a fall back for any unsuccessful meals, but all were fine, so neither were needed.

We were told by a crew member that it was folly to bring bananas aboard a boat. He has stories of calamity to support his claim. It's the kind of superstitious dread that you can forget if nothing happens to the boat, but when something eventually does, allows him to say "I told you so," adding one more story to a lengthy lore of nonsense.

I dismissed the claim by insisting that bananas bring luck to Quijote. I never go anywhere without my lucky bananas. That apparently didn't mollify him because it was with some relief that he brought over a pineapple from the other boat, claiming that the pineapple counters the bad banana mojo. Right.