Making Do

We were in Bligh Cove last night. (Yes, the mutinied Captain Bligh.) We had a long day and arrived at our anchorage late. Thankfully Mick started dinner while we were still underway, so feeding didn't take long.

Before leaving Mary Basin the following morning, we did some exploring in the dinghy, found the waterfall that was listed in the book.

The really cool part about the dinghy exploring wasn't the waterfall. One looks like another mostly. The really cool part was watching the tide come in. It rose at a walking pace, as tides will do in flats. The tide doesn't need to rise much, so they run. The crux was not getting the dinghy stranded or not being able to get back to it if the water cuts us off for some reason. As it turns out, we didn't even need to exit the dinghy. We paddled up to the base of the waterfall. Yep, it's a waterfall. Cool.

After reasonable amount of walking and paddling (thanks for rowing Doug) we motored back to Quijote and got going to the next anchorage at around noon.

That put us in Bligh Cove at 7pm, about the time Mick had dinner ready.

We entertained the idea of staying another night at Mary Basin, then considered staying another in Bligh Cove, but in the end continued on to Hot Springs Cove, where we are now. So we're still a day ahead of schedule.

A wooden sailing boat entered the anchorage shortly before we did this afternoon. It represents the only pleasure craft we've seen since leaving Port Hardy.

Hot Springs Cove has a public dock and a nice trail to the hot springs. I'll not rely on my memory to tell you about it. Instead I'll wait until tomorrow and tell you about it after we've visited it.

For tonight, Doug is making sausage spinach soup without spinach. Somehow the provisioning on this leg was not as flawless as we've come to expect. We've discovered we're short on hamburger, spinach, taco shells, shallots, diced tomatoes. We're making do.