tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16103594891616505382024-03-14T01:22:47.117-07:00S/V CapazCome along virtually with the Baker Family as they live the cruising chapter of their lives!First Mate PJ Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02997275151048563363noreply@blogger.comBlogger240125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1610359489161650538.post-33711696256884388912012-03-09T19:53:00.000-08:002012-03-09T19:53:25.845-08:00Epilogue: This Cruising Chapter of Our Lives Comes to a CloseMarch 7, 2012<br />
CAPAZ is no longer our boat. She has new owners. People keep asking how I feel about the sale and the answer has been that I feel like it hasn't hit me yet. However, as I opened my long dormant Blogger Account to write my final post, the real answer that I think always I knew was underlying my apathy is already starting to well up inside of me. <br />
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Brad and I are quickly approaching the 20th anniversary of our first date. I don't remember talking about cruising that night, but the first conversation couldn't have been too long after it. "Going Cruising" has always been a part of our relationship. It was a constant but dymanic dream and goal that evolved as our lives unfolded. There have been many relationships and decisions over the years that have been touched by its presence with us. <br />
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I am so greatful that I was lucky enough to have the opportunity to take the time to have a great adventure with my family aboard CAPAZ. I have learned so much, made such great friends and experienced so many things that would not have been available to me had I not followed this dream.<br />
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Part of the reason that I don't feel a huge loss with CAPAZ's sale is that we bought her almost four years ago knowing she would not be in our lives for a long time. Don't get me wrong, CAPAZ was a great boat, in so many ways, really the perfect boat for us. But our goal was never to sail away or live aboard forever. I have told many people: Brad and I figure that we will probably working in some capacity for the rest of our lives, so we might as well take a year or two of "retirement" when we can really enjoy it with our boys. That was our goal. We also said that if we had to sell our house to make it happen, we would do that too. So, for me, CAPAZ's sale was just the next step along the path.<br />
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I had fully intended to write a few blog posts about the re-entry process, but it seemed like the time I had been using for keeping up this blog while we were cruising was taken up by other landbased activities. We have lived on land for close to a year now after being "live aboards" for almost two and half years. While I love being home in Seattle, back near family, friends and familiarity, there are so many things about a simpler, slower paced cruising life that I try to keep with me. There have been challenges along the way, for sure, but they are far out weighed by the richness and flexibility that I gained from stepping out of my "regular" life and doing something out of the norm for awhile. <br />
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"Going Cruising" is still and will continue to a be part of Brad's and my lives in our work and even looking toward another adventure in our future. It is not clear when or how it will happen, but then again it wasn't ever very clear how the first 20 years were going to work out. So, I hope that CAPAZ takes care of her next owners as capably as she took care of us and the two families who sailed away aboard her before us. For me, I am ready for the next step . . . . . . . .whatever it might be.<br />
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PJ BakerFirst Mate PJ Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02997275151048563363noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1610359489161650538.post-31530048824471609242010-10-23T16:32:00.001-07:002012-02-19T09:51:46.662-08:00Roll CreditsSeattle, WA, USA<br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">If it takes a village to raise a child, then it takes something else altogether to make an adventure like ours possible. . . . . . .</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Primary Capaz Crew: Brad Baker; PJ Baker; Bryce Baker; Austin Baker</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Hawaii to Seattle Leg: Brian Trautman; Kurt Hoehne; Eric Rone</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">Port Townsend to Seattle Leg: Abby Hoehne; Erin Russ; Ian Hoehne</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">Seattle to San Francisco Leg: Curtis Edwards; Ryan Malmgren</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">Baja Ha Ha Leg: Mary Murphy</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">Mexico to Marquesas Leg: Tim Larson</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">Tahiti to Rangiroa Leg: Lon Volberding</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">Tahiti to Honolulu Leg: Lydia Volberding</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">Honolulu to Victoria Leg: Dave McWhirter; Harold Beard; Randy Holbrook</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">Victoria to North Saanich Leg: Mary Tennbrink and Ray Harker</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">Princess Louisa Leg: Rose Custer</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">Immediate Response Water Based Support (aka Buddy Boat): The Crew of Totem</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">EPIRB Monitor: John and Vennessa Austin</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">Alameda Dock Based Support: Jim and Diana Jessie; The Crew of Evergreen</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">San Diego Land Based Support: Dave Rowe</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">Cabo San Lucas Land Based Support: Stuart and Pam Burnell</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">La Paz Land Based Support: Tiff McNamara</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">La Cruz de Huanaxastle Land Based Support: Ron and CJ Anderson; Amy Martin; Bob and Kris Ridenour</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">Bucerias Land Based Support: Jack and Ellie Austin</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">Victoria Land Based Support: Ruth, Lecia, and Mylan Ilnytsky</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">West Vancouver Land Based Support: The Crew of Mulan</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">Port Coquitlan Land Based Support: The Crew of Blackdragon</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">Lopez Island Land Based Support: Becca Galfer and Derek Bottles</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">Seattle-Mexico Couriers: Mike Spear; Lynn McNulty; Ty Burks</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">Seattle-Marquesas Courier: Kelly Scholl</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">San Diego Moorage Procurement: Barbara and Harry Lee</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">Sail and Racing Support: Chuck Skewes</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">Cat Care: Carrie and Rex Rice; The Harang Family</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">Mail and Business Support: The Crew of Charlotte</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">Marine Biology Consultant: The Crew of Io</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">Math Tutoring: The Crew of Bella Marina</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">Entertainment Coordinators: The Crew of Delos</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">Mexico Child Interaction Support: The Crews of 4 Pack, Ceilydh, Ohana, Evergreen and Blackdragon</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">South Pacific Child Interaction Support: The Crews of Stray Kitty, Silver Lining, Victoria, Oso Blanco, Nika, Riga, and Mulan</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">All Around Water Based Support: The Crews of Oso Blanco and Jarana</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">We are sure there are more of you out there who should be on this list and we would really like it to be complete, so let us know ASAP!!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;"></span>First Mate PJ Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02997275151048563363noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1610359489161650538.post-14413523294298039652010-10-19T21:06:00.001-07:002010-10-19T21:06:35.779-07:001 Year 1 Month 18 Days 22 Hours Later<p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TL5qyPWqIaI/AAAAAAAACKE/ugk3-htq-fg/s1600-h/a%20003%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="a 003" border="0" alt="a 003" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TL5qyZE8nII/AAAAAAAACKI/8u1DjSfqBDA/a%20003_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="520" height="309" /></a> </p> <p>Slip F-39, Shilshole Marina, Seattle, WA, USA (Home)</p> <p>October 19, 2010</p> <p>Ready or not, here we come!  RE-ENTRY.</p> <p>We have officially be ended our adventure this afternoon as we tie up to our home dock at Shilshole.  And so the next chapter starts in our lives: the transition back to a life similar to the one we left at the same dock a little over a year ago.  It won’t be the exactly like picking up where we left off because the experiences we have all had will certainly have changed us to a certain extent.  We all have new perspectives and habits that we hope to bring to our land-based life.</p> <p>We are houseless having sold our little Greenwood house on Palatine Avenue in part to ensure that this whole thing could happen.  CAPAZ will be our home for the near future and Shilshole is where we will be moored for the most part.  </p> <p>We are going to try to take this transition period last until about the first of the year, but there have already been indications that the goal of easing into things may not always be on the time schedule of our choice.  Case in point, tomorrow will be Back-to Work day!  It is all a good thing and we will enjoy what we can along the way.</p> <p>One of the most exciting parts of this transition is re-connecting with all those we left on land (not to mention, maintaining connections with those we left “out there”).  We are reachable at the old contact info and are looking forward to catching up with people.</p> <p>I am sure time will be bring some interesting perspectives that I will post as they come to me in a sort of epilogue, but this is the last official entry for our big adventure.  Thanks for tuning in, we have loved having you along for our wide ride!</p> <p> </p> <p align="right">Brad, PJ, Bryce and Austin Baker</p> <p align="right">The Crew of CAPAZ</p> First Mate PJ Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02997275151048563363noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1610359489161650538.post-90430375222604960052010-10-15T12:08:00.001-07:002010-10-15T12:09:37.431-07:00Back in the USA<p>October 15, 2010</p> <p>Friday Harbor, Patos Islands, and Henry Island, WASHINGTON, USA</p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TLimhBrgHkI/AAAAAAAACI0/O4Dc40__aIU/s1600-h/a%20033%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="a 033" border="0" alt="a 033" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TLimiMMZcfI/AAAAAAAACI4/uxxvRTzJcoE/a%20033_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /></a> <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TLimjaLKgZI/AAAAAAAACI8/vt3uMhTjRzQ/s1600-h/a%20064%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="a 064" border="0" alt="a 064" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TLimjzsPc0I/AAAAAAAACJA/BXhAkmBmM50/a%20064_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /></a>  <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TLimkYNbftI/AAAAAAAACJE/nqwfUiEz0tQ/s1600-h/a%20054%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="a 054" border="0" alt="a 054" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TLimk3kM6ZI/AAAAAAAACJI/vXA5lMgm2vo/a%20054_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /></a> </p> <p>Friday Harbor was our Port of Entry back into the United States.  It really great to be once again plying our home waters.  It is actually bittersweet as our sabbatical adventure draws to a close.  We know that LIFE itself is an adventure and it will continue, but we are little sad to have this chapter of it ending.</p> <p>Before we return, though, we are still exploring “in our backyard” as they say.  Two nights in Friday harbor got us checked in and caught with our daily and re-entry tasks.  We received the news that West Coast Yachts has been acquired by Swiftsure Yachts and we are now the official dealer for Hallberg Rassy.   This turn of events is fabulous, but will hasten our re-entry process.</p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TLimmPpGIrI/AAAAAAAACJM/zv-uJwr2U20/s1600-h/a%20045%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="a 045" border="0" alt="a 045" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TLimm2KoInI/AAAAAAAACJQ/GMIdrj0g71k/a%20045_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /></a> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TLimoEfh0-I/AAAAAAAACJU/fmz4NHUkfjI/s1600-h/a%20011%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="a 011" border="0" alt="a 011" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TLimonvaU3I/AAAAAAAACJY/GPmOlokYoQU/a%20011_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /></a> <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TLimpqiAuwI/AAAAAAAACJc/RHnvBNuRruw/s1600-h/a%20018%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="a 018" border="0" alt="a 018" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TLimqJ453hI/AAAAAAAACJg/ifUCkeAvgeA/a%20018_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /></a> </p> <p>With that in mind, we skipped Matia and Sucia, vowing to return soon so that the boys can check out these favorite local cruising destinations.  We opted for a much smaller spot suggested by a friend.  We had not, one, but two small islands to ourselves.  We explored the trails and the lighthouse and had marshmallows over a campfire.  Even on the “0” tide, we didn’t quite touch bottom.</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TLimrXm8KQI/AAAAAAAACJk/5uHelojVPRc/s1600-h/b%20018%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="b 018" border="0" alt="b 018" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TLimrx-CJFI/AAAAAAAACJo/j1EmSYVzhJw/b%20018_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="297" height="223" /></a> <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TLimtd-iuSI/AAAAAAAACJs/hnwUDRaaVl4/s1600-h/b%20004%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="b 004" border="0" alt="b 004" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TLimuAhEYFI/AAAAAAAACJw/YyiB5gIMuOI/b%20004_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="168" height="223" /></a> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TLimvkXbSjI/AAAAAAAACJ0/X6PpZyoA8Qo/s1600-h/b%20014%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="b 014" border="0" alt="b 014" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TLimwfJdFJI/AAAAAAAACJ4/OrrEriRO5lQ/b%20014_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="296" height="223" /></a> </p> <p>Our trip down to Roche Harbor unfolded under typical Northwest gray skies, not too cold and not raining.  As we ate dinner at the dock at Henry Island, we were treated to an incredible sunset out toward Haro Strait with the most definite line of clearing heading our direction.  There is something about the variation of weather or the angle of the sun on a clear day in fall here that is so different from the monotony of the blaring sun of the tropic.  Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed the day after day of clear sunny weather that we encountered over the last year with only a handful of days that would even be considered “inclement” to Northwest Natives.  But I am definitely hard wired to rejoice in day like today here.</p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TLimxcj_UJI/AAAAAAAACJ8/ZwxE3pog6V8/s1600-h/a%20075%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="a 075" border="0" alt="a 075" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TLimyIR_p-I/AAAAAAAACKA/gOu_CyxLnz0/a%20075_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="431" height="324" /></a></p> First Mate PJ Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02997275151048563363noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1610359489161650538.post-33917233743738621832010-10-10T17:56:00.001-07:002010-10-10T17:56:09.178-07:00Tour de Vancouver (Part 2)<p>October 10, 2010</p> <p>We must call the full Tour de Vancouver a screaming success.  The downtown Vancouver leg has had its uncertainty in the moorage department, but overall it has worked out beautifully. </p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TLJgFazFWWI/AAAAAAAACGk/P30WQwixFmg/s1600-h/a%20178%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="a 178" border="0" alt="a 178" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TLJgGEE-1TI/AAAAAAAACGo/HpZ7NiXN_xo/a%20178_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /></a>  <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TLJgHQHeB0I/AAAAAAAACGs/R35Qk4cGhlI/s1600-h/a%20184%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="a 184" border="0" alt="a 184" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TLJgH-Rw3oI/AAAAAAAACGw/tIFkOVtpoto/a%20184_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /></a> <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TLJgI05P6PI/AAAAAAAACG0/__CSP71C3EY/s1600-h/a%20203%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="a 203" border="0" alt="a 203" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TLJgJj8LMAI/AAAAAAAACG4/u5leOzWhjDA/a%20203_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /></a> </p> <p>Last Monday, we headed south from West Van through the drizzle.  We finally reached a real person at the False Creek Yacht Club and secured moorage.  The moorage manager was off to a meeting when we arrived, so Brad and Austin stayed with the boat at the check-in boat to await his return and complete the process.  Meanwhile, Bryce and I walked to the other end of False Creek to check on the status of Science World particularly enjoying the abundant art along the way.</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TLJgKdbqeMI/AAAAAAAACG8/7EDnxksL6CA/s1600-h/a%20196%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="a 196" border="0" alt="a 196" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TLJgK2dmPSI/AAAAAAAACHA/L26GnXyU7tY/a%20196_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /></a>  <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TLJgM_tFxTI/AAAAAAAACHE/QkStBQE1G-Q/s1600-h/a%20190%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="a 190" border="0" alt="a 190" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TLJgNeAIDsI/AAAAAAAACHI/MMlpD_l2JNY/a%20190_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /></a> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TLJgPF7XDuI/AAAAAAAACHM/UkuY588GM-Q/s1600-h/a%20205%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="a 205" border="0" alt="a 205" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TLJgQHitRmI/AAAAAAAACHQ/j-NOn9iZg-0/a%20205_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="325" height="245" /></a></p> <p>Tuesday, we scootered and rode bikes to the Vancouver Maritime Museum.  We learned alot about the history of Vancouver from the maritime perspective.  There was a picnic lunch next to an incredibly tall totem pole.  During our meal, we were joined by a bald eagle who hung out at the very top of the pole.  Bryce and I figured out the short way back to the boat over the Burrard Bridge, but our gelato stop gave Brad and Austin “first ones back to the boat” status as they rode all the way around False Creek.</p> <p> <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TLJgQ9cFNDI/AAAAAAAACHU/CfN1moNuMN0/s1600-h/a%20209%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="a 209" border="0" alt="a 209" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TLJgRV_aAFI/AAAAAAAACHY/RnZrr1GZyZE/a%20209_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="297" height="224" /></a> <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TLJgSCZ8A1I/AAAAAAAACHc/lm2ddv5S5ds/s1600-h/a%20220%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="a 220" border="0" alt="a 220" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TLJgSvLWSrI/AAAAAAAACHg/iR4qZPUFGXI/a%20220_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="169" height="224" /></a> <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TLJgTR7_ayI/AAAAAAAACHk/DqPcpm4nL3U/s1600-h/a%20225%5B5%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="a 225" border="0" alt="a 225" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TLJgT0enL7I/AAAAAAAACHo/9HdRr5i11XA/a%20225_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="297" height="224" /></a> </p> <p>Wednesday was an absolutely gorgeous day in Vancouver.  We needed to move the boat from False Creek Yacht Club to anchor in Charleson Bay farther up False Creek.  So, after grabbing breakfast at the Granville Island Public Market, we pulled the boat out and returned to the free three hour moorage right in front of the Market and did a little more exploring before heading up to the anchorage.  We found a nice spot, anchored CAPAZ and then Brad and I had Bryce take us ashore with the bikes.  We took the bike trails to Coal Harbor and then returned to False Creek ending our ride with a pint of beer at a pub under the Burrard Bridge.</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TLJgVQUoltI/AAAAAAAACHs/DZaFqywbVpI/a%20256%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="a 256" border="0" alt="a 256" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TLJgaYHsiUI/AAAAAAAACHw/J1sdocmAXTA/a%20256_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="295" height="223" /></a>  <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TLJgbsipbDI/AAAAAAAACH0/nS_wI07eGxA/s1600-h/a%20264%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="a 264" border="0" alt="a 264" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TLJgcKzkEuI/AAAAAAAACH4/W5huALJB2f4/a%20264_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="295" height="222" /></a> <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TLJgcuArskI/AAAAAAAACH8/Ao-92osW1Gw/s1600-h/a%20285%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="a 285" border="0" alt="a 285" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TLJgdldft3I/AAAAAAAACIA/1yV2oepZcAw/a%20285_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="168" height="223" /></a></p> <p>Thursday’s impending weather change made it hard to get motivated to do anything more than get schoolwork done and just hang out on the boat.  At 4:15  pm, we got a call that there was a spot for us at the Vancouver Rowing Club’s docks in Coal Harbor.  We sprang into action, pulled the anchor, proceeded around Stanely Park and were tied up, checked in and on our way to the Gastown Spaghetti Factory for dinner by 6:30!  It was a bit of a walk, but we got to see alot of the Vancouver waterfront.  </p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TLJggPXQ__I/AAAAAAAACIE/i3lWo2mrL64/s1600-h/a%20300%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="a 300" border="0" alt="a 300" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TLJgg6jJkAI/AAAAAAAACII/tNvSKpZvaQc/a%20300_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /></a> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TLJgiHa7CaI/AAAAAAAACIM/NJnyiiEouiw/s1600-h/a%20297%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="a 297" border="0" alt="a 297" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TLJgijMIkJI/AAAAAAAACIQ/RzkIj47q9hI/a%20297_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /></a> <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TLJgj6dXDaI/AAAAAAAACIU/sHEWduhhOFs/s1600-h/a%20304%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="a 304" border="0" alt="a 304" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TLJgkiduKaI/AAAAAAAACIY/hVsB0IMC-Vs/a%20304_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /></a> </p> <p>Before the rains started on Friday, I hopped on the bike after breakfast and tried out the Seawall Bike Trail around Stanley Park.  With the weather turning, there were  few people using the trail and the scenery was fabulous.  In the afternoon, we walked back downtown and found the Burrard Skytrain station and caught the light rail out to Coquitlan.  We were met by our cruising buddies from Blackdragon and chauffeured back to their base of land operations in Port Coquitlan.  We enjoyed mocajitos and stevaritas which were followed by cards and guitar hero.  The boys were in Lego heaven with Foster and also went to cheer him on at his first basketball game.</p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TLJglbN_FpI/AAAAAAAACIc/_mDexynqTCY/s1600-h/a%20308%5B5%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="a 308" border="0" alt="a 308" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TLJgmIeleSI/AAAAAAAACIg/rJLIRdTfIYA/a%20308_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /></a>  <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TLJgnE69vLI/AAAAAAAACIk/tEDuKXb2Bwo/s1600-h/a%20321%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="a 321" border="0" alt="a 321" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TLJgoC8myGI/AAAAAAAACIo/4VZL5s2npeU/a%20321_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /></a> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TLJgo6ZswGI/AAAAAAAACIs/UfYNTCleKxE/s1600-h/a%20324%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="a 324" border="0" alt="a 324" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TLJgp3hWW9I/AAAAAAAACIw/-5aPCJ8d9Vs/a%20324_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /></a></p> <p>After cinnamon sticky buns, lattes and a lazy morning, Steve returned us to the boat where we did a quick check to make sure that all was well and hopped on a bus to West Van to share Thanksgiving dinner with the Mulanians.  The bus driver was completely annoyed with us because we didn’t have all coins for the fare and he said we couldn’t use paper money.  Now, I understand not being able to give change, but why should the transit people care if you give them paper money or not.  Anyway, we were saved by a guy with guitar who just gave us the two “twonoonies” ($2 coins, a loonie is a $1 coin with a loon on it).  He wouldn’t even take the $5 bill that I had at first, but we insisted.  He felt bad because he didn’t have another dollar to make it a fair trade.  We insisted that saving our bacon was worth at least a dollar!  Anyway, we made it out to Vancouver where the turkey was already in the oven and there was just enough to make a quick loop around Point Adkin’s Lightouse Park.  We got a little damp, but we were ready for the feast the was just about ready when we got back to the house. </p> <p>Today is Brad and my anniversary.  After a breakfast of waffles, we hopped on the bikes and rode around the Seawall Trail in Stanely (much more crowded, with the good weather and being Sunday).  After radioing the boys back on Capaz and finding that all was well, we continued south to Jerico and the Royal Vancouver Yacht Club where we had a great lunch.  We sat in the bar and watched a small boat regatta our in front of the yacht club.  We couldn’t let this gorgeous day go by without the boys getting out and enjoying some of Stanely Park.  So when we returned to Coal Harbor, Brad and the boys walked up to check out the Aquarium.</p> <p>I would like to say we have “done” Vancouver, but I know we have only scratched the surface and will have to return explore it more.  Luckily, we have the excuse of the friends that we made while cruising to do just that!  </p> First Mate PJ Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02997275151048563363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1610359489161650538.post-83642446950411429822010-10-04T11:25:00.001-07:002010-10-10T16:53:32.979-07:00Tour de Vancouver (Part 1)<p>October 3, 2010</p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TKob9ln8EyI/AAAAAAAACF0/uEQ54aOD07g/s1600-h/a0583.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="a 058" border="0" alt="a 058" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TKob-Tzm38I/AAAAAAAACF4/weDi_WdPqD0/a058_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="367" height="276" /></a> <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TKob_IqZAkI/AAAAAAAACF8/wstsXmdSmMY/s1600-h/a0603.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="a 060" border="0" alt="a 060" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TKob_mVPiDI/AAAAAAAACGA/tl2une3RdQI/a060_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="369" height="278" /></a>    </p> <p>The West Vancouver leg of our Tour de Vancouver has been a success, but not without its challenges.  Moorage has been incredibly hard to come by in this neck of the woods and there is no place to anchor due to the “inflow/outflow'” weather pattern in Howe Sound.  After striking out at West Vancouver Yacht Club, Eagle Harbor Yacht <em>and </em>the Thunderbird Marina, we finally found moorage for the weekend at Sewell’s Marina in Horseshoe Bay.  We are right next to one of the busiest ferry docks in Canada, maybe the world.  We are getting used to the BC ferries as we have also moored or anchored very near them in Campbell River, Snug Cove, and Drew Bay. </p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TKocAR-3VjI/AAAAAAAACGE/kuC_xJvZS84/s1600-h/a0744.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="a 074" border="0" alt="a 074" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TKocBGp7pCI/AAAAAAAACGI/2SW_2LwH2ps/a074_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="268" height="240" /></a> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TKocB4xsPTI/AAAAAAAACGM/gvGBx0gdhO8/s1600-h/a0833.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="a 083" border="0" alt="a 083" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TKocCpidyXI/AAAAAAAACGQ/Bide_FrU9rk/a083_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="256" height="240" /></a> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TKocDS8SvEI/AAAAAAAACGU/KJt-HIOu4CY/s1600-h/a0692.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="a 069" border="0" alt="a 069" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TKocD_qfcJI/AAAAAAAACGY/JID2upqCAYk/a069_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="239" /></a> </p> <p>After securing moorage, we met up with our fellow cruisers from Mulan at their land base of operation in Fisherman’s Cove in West Vancouver.  They were completely welcoming of us into their home including a trip to Costco and making us in a part of a reunion barbecue that they hosted for everyone who had bee a part of the Mulan adventure!  It was great to see those that we had already met along the way again and meet the others who had served as crew on Mulan at various times.  Finally, even though it was actually Susan and Andrew’s wedding anniversary, they gave us the gift of an evening and most of a day without kids.</p> <p>When the Mulan crew returned the kid half of the Capaz crew to the boat, we were all joined by the Blackdragon crew for a Sunday afternoon and early evening of catching up and dinner.  Both of the newly land based cruisers commented that even though hanging on the boat was familiar, it was also a bit weird for them.  There was alot of discussion of the process of “re-entry”.    We are all in different stages and it was nice to hear the insights of those a little farther down the road than we are.  One CLOD (cruiser living on dirt) told us that rum helps – I think that has been the best advice thus far – especially when shared in the company of friends!</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TKocE8LWqOI/AAAAAAAACGc/PmUijZWNIdY/s1600-h/IMG_14635.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="IMG_1463" border="0" alt="IMG_1463" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TKocFRrBnxI/AAAAAAAACGg/PkZS4rR6XFM/IMG_1463_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" width="626" height="470" /></a> </p> <p align="center"><strong>Just to alleviate any confusion when I mention “painkillers” during our transition time!</strong></p> First Mate PJ Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02997275151048563363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1610359489161650538.post-20147357180396368362010-09-28T17:38:00.001-07:002010-09-28T17:38:21.943-07:00Waterfall Wonderland<p> Princess Louisa, British Columbia, Canada</p> <p>September 25-27, 2010</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TKKKNPmt1MI/AAAAAAAACEA/S5FALmnTM9o/s1600-h/a0465.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="a 046" border="0" alt="a 046" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TKKKNvOlJOI/AAAAAAAACEE/kLR1rRh5GS8/a046_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" width="291" height="219" /></a> <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TKKKOYakVDI/AAAAAAAACEI/9UutkC7wHQk/s1600-h/a0443.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="a 044" border="0" alt="a 044" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TKKKOqE7eqI/AAAAAAAACEM/0AVx8kAerb8/a044_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="166" height="220" /></a> <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TKKKPgEirwI/AAAAAAAACEQ/Y0XKb4O66KM/s1600-h/a0403.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="a 040" border="0" alt="a 040" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TKKKQLlwtMI/AAAAAAAACEU/LOrD_95agb8/a040_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="292" height="220" /></a>  </p> <p>Why “Waterfall Wonderland”? Well, it was! The up side of having some rain fall is that it makes for absolutely spectacular waterfalls. They were so numerous that we lost count and then the centerpiece of Princess Louisa Inlet, Chatterbox Falls was pretty amazing when we arrived. After Saturday night’s torrential rainfall all night long, the Falls were a once in a lifetime sight for us.</p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TKKKQ8JfkxI/AAAAAAAACEY/77NZIbRXGfk/s1600-h/a0935.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="a 093" border="0" alt="a 093" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TKKKRQHNZ8I/AAAAAAAACEc/XmEyk5Dvn10/a093_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" width="305" height="230" /></a> <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TKKKSZrv7UI/AAAAAAAACEg/KHz90L3NnWg/s1600-h/a0927.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="a 092" border="0" alt="a 092" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TKKKTH9gAvI/AAAAAAAACEk/xU-h9C490g4/a092_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" width="309" height="232" /></a> <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TKKKT8tbLuI/AAAAAAAACEo/070dLQO3XGM/s1600-h/a1053.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TKKKUABNQCI/AAAAAAAACEs/L8JyCeHjOZQ/a105_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="150" height="232" /></a>  </p> <p>We were very lucky to have our good friend, Rose, along with us for the trip up Jervis Inlet. She arrived late Friday night and did not complain at all when we left at 7:00am to time the slack tide at Malibu Rapids. The trip up was uneventful and we only saw a few minutes of bumpy water right where the locals had said we would at Egmont, the opening to the Skookumchuck Narrows and Sechelt Inlet. After that, it was smooth motoring. The trip through the Rapids was also, uneventful, thankfully.</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TKKKUyBWTFI/AAAAAAAACEw/Z9qRMdD8ZOc/s1600-h/a1205.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="a 120" border="0" alt="a 120" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TKKKVeF8WRI/AAAAAAAACE0/wjRT1Y1t5FU/a120_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" width="311" height="235" /></a> <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TKKKWD0Ov5I/AAAAAAAACE4/bl3WaflS170/s1600-h/a1456.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="a 145" border="0" alt="a 145" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TKKKWvHsHdI/AAAAAAAACE8/Qq6AOWA0pT4/a145_thumb4.jpg?imgmax=800" width="309" height="233" /></a> <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TKKKXkbkSPI/AAAAAAAACFA/H4FNIFn7iiU/s1600-h/PrincessLouisa5.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="PrincessLouisa" border="0" alt="PrincessLouisa" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TKKKYuBR1aI/AAAAAAAACFE/6FPNdrnZZeU/PrincessLouisa_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" width="139" height="232" /></a> </p> <p>There were only two other sailboats at the dock when we arrived and they were very welcoming. Our first night brought the above mentioned torrential rains, but Sunday dawned misty and beautiful although, this time of year it takes until mid morning for the sun to peek over the tops of walls of the Inlet. Rose and I explored the Beyond Malibu site which is pretty well boarded up for the season. After lunch, Brad and I climbed the near vertical “trail” to the mythic trapper’s cabin. Convinced we had made a wrong turn, we stopped about a hundred yards from an impassable waterfall only to find out upon our equally grueling return that we were “there”.</p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TKKKZWBP21I/AAAAAAAACFI/og1_l_6ERjA/s1600-h/a%20124%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="a 124" border="0" alt="a 124" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TKKKZ8iAHpI/AAAAAAAACFM/LnJQWQeOvZQ/a%20124_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="353" height="265" /></a> <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TKKKao7EcPI/AAAAAAAACFQ/YZuX7WabXJs/s1600-h/a%20153%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="a 153" border="0" alt="a 153" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TKKKbFIkuSI/AAAAAAAACFU/snbwGwrRnhk/a%20153_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="201" height="267" /></a> <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TKKKb8qX33I/AAAAAAAACFY/tBnrbYWSJOE/s1600-h/a%20161%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="a 161" border="0" alt="a 161" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TKKKci_h6GI/AAAAAAAACFc/Oe159R0MCzE/a%20161_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="203" height="269" /></a></p> <p>Monday, we had a relaxing morning before leaving for the early 9:00am slack tide at the Rapids. Just back into Jervis Inlet, we answered the call of a small powerboat that had been on the dock with us the night before and had apparently run out of fuel. We caught up with them after about an hour and towed them back to Pender Harbor (about 30 miles). They offered to take us out to dinner, but all the restaurants were closed because it was Monday!</p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TKKKdJBkGbI/AAAAAAAACFg/Z8Xsg8I4ixc/s1600-h/a%20162%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TKKKd_FKZzI/AAAAAAAACFo/a9ycN1ibsgI/a%20162_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="218" height="244" /></a></p> <p>While we were away from Garden Bay, the resident bear has continued to enjoy the apples that are on the ground at the neighbors’ house. The caretaker and another club member snapped some pictures of what we are supposed to be looking out for!</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TKKKeX-M1pI/AAAAAAAACFs/CKLE9Q__Sm0/s1600-h/IMG_1064%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="IMG_1064" border="0" alt="IMG_1064" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TKKKfCqSmOI/AAAAAAAACFw/2hcFTUg55UE/IMG_1064_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="431" height="310" /></a> </p> <p>Re-Entry Update: We are chipping away at our re-entry tasks. We have bought a car. We have secured moorage and live-aboard status at Shilshole. We have laid the groundwork for our return to skiing after two years of not being on or near snow.</p> First Mate PJ Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02997275151048563363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1610359489161650538.post-78835432209081244392010-09-21T21:26:00.001-07:002010-09-28T16:47:16.397-07:00Cortes Rendez-vous<p>September 21, 2010</p> <p>Cortes Bay, Desolation Sound, British Columbia, Canada</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TKJ-d0iS0qI/AAAAAAAACDw/Qe5bbrM2Gw4/s1600-h/Desolation%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="Desolation" border="0" alt="Desolation" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TKJ-e8lYSjI/AAAAAAAACD0/K8Lv1L4P6gk/Desolation_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="766" height="264" /></a>  </p> <p>We arrived in Cortes Bay between the low cloud ceiling of the morning and the high winds that kicked up in the late afternoon.  The moorage in the bay is so protected that we didn’t even realized the wind was blowing til we went up to change over the laundry.  G-ma, Auntie Barbara and Susie arrived just as we were finishing our dinner.  Once they had unpacked and settled, we met up in the Cortes Room and chatted while the kids worked on puzzles.</p> <p> <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJmFOAPVOZI/AAAAAAAACCo/sX5zOP-W0GQ/s1600-h/c%20011%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="c 011" border="0" alt="c 011" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJmFOQG3YqI/AAAAAAAACCs/jHsY_G4nDrE/c%20011_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="168" height="223" /></a> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJmFPO34S5I/AAAAAAAACCw/To2JqW8IImY/s1600-h/c%20014%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="c 014" border="0" alt="c 014" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJmFPl6lI_I/AAAAAAAACC0/sceIBNMcHmA/c%20014_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="294" height="222" /></a> <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJmFQckg7OI/AAAAAAAACC4/ZEIZ-7_Z6ZI/s1600-h/c%20029%5B5%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="c 029" border="0" alt="c 029" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJmFQxa62vI/AAAAAAAACC8/4BST9Y0Fkj8/c%20029_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="291" height="220" /></a><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJmFRPaCWVI/AAAAAAAACDA/MumMhxctamA/s1600-h/c%20020%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="c 020" border="0" alt="c 020" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJmFR_5DHVI/AAAAAAAACDE/QK9raojw9LM/c%20020_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /></a>  <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJmFSKCzQaI/AAAAAAAACDI/SRNaS03kOxE/s1600-h/c%20038%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="c 038" border="0" alt="c 038" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJmFSgCrg8I/AAAAAAAACDM/W7LdhhSCXuI/c%20038_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /></a> <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJmFTCkKvjI/AAAAAAAACDQ/FU1ZKJd_cgs/s1600-h/c%20043%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="c 043" border="0" alt="c 043" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJmFTtu6Q6I/AAAAAAAACDU/5dRboKvcUo8/c%20043_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /></a>  </p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TKJ-f8BZFOI/AAAAAAAACD4/mcQtYQN9ApI/s1600-h/Crab%20Beach%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="Crab Beach" border="0" alt="Crab Beach" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TKJ-g0T2Y1I/AAAAAAAACD8/gox0b-NnOB4/Crab%20Beach_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="695" height="200" /></a>  </p> <p>Any day that starts out with fresh cinnamon rolls can’t go badly and it held true for yesterday.  We took advantage of having the car and made a trip to the grocery and co-op.  Bryce wanted to take G-ma to the bookstore.  While we waited for it open, we headed down the road to visit <a href="http://www.hollyhock.ca/cms/">Hollyhock</a> and strolled through their beautiful gardens in the fabulous fall sunshine.  Bryce got to pick out a couple graphic novels for he and his brother.  I can hardly wait to get back to our fabulous library system – talk about things we have missed over the course of our year+ away from Seattle.  G-ma took all the ladies on a hike up to Red Granite Bluff (which is just above Lively Beach – article forthcoming in the Capaz Chronicle).  The recovery from her knee replacement surgery is impressive – she may ski a run or two this season yet!  Brad filleted our salmon and we had fabulous salmon and prawn feast for dinner.  G-ma and company even let me bored with our newly trimmed slideshow of pictures from the big adventure.</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJmFUKFuAdI/AAAAAAAACDY/-OzeqcOqSds/s1600-h/c%20054%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="c 054" border="0" alt="c 054" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJmFUSWt7dI/AAAAAAAACDc/Zrpg1I53jAI/c%20054_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="251" height="189" /></a> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJmFUy_9MhI/AAAAAAAACDg/CQJ0_XvYlek/s1600-h/c%20052%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="c 052" border="0" alt="c 052" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJmFVU6e0bI/AAAAAAAACDk/7q6AylXM3oA/c%20052_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="256" height="193" /></a> <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJmFVwY7FXI/AAAAAAAACDo/Fc6uTiM93zQ/s1600-h/c%20058%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="c 058" border="0" alt="c 058" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJmFYBWRW8I/AAAAAAAACDs/o6MlrHMFHJQ/c%20058_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="257" height="194" /></a></p> <p>We awoke bright and early for a trip to Prideux Haven for the day.  It turned out to be much closer than our distance calculations and we hit the pinch point right at low tide but still had plenty of water under the keel to spare.  I got Auntie Barbara out in the two man kayak for a nice little jaunt and chat.  Back on the boat, we had lunch in the cockpit while the sun played peek-a-boo behind big white fluffy clouds.  The boys went for an explore along the shore that had Brad and Austin going overland while Bryce piloted the dinghy around to meet them on the other side of a little peninsula.  Under beautiful sunny skies, we headed back to Cortes Bay.  Our early departure for Wednesday morning was confirmed by the “Securite” warning issued by the Canadian Coast Guard for impending nasty weather.  We returned early enough for the boys to fit in a quick trek up to Red Granite Bluff  before G-ma fixed up G-pa’s special scalloped potatoes for dinner.</p> First Mate PJ Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02997275151048563363noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1610359489161650538.post-72546158028442382132010-09-19T14:21:00.001-07:002010-09-19T14:21:50.805-07:00Circumnavigating Quadra Island<p>September 18, 2010</p> <p>Octopus Islands-Kanish Bay-Campbell River- Rebecca Spit-Carrington Bay</p> <p>It took us awhile but after giving up on exploring the Broughton Islands, we finally figured out a plan:  we would circumnavigate Quadra Island.  Maybe someday, we will actually get to circumnavigating Vancouver Island.  We will have to save an adventure or two for another time.</p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJZ-vcq1a3I/AAAAAAAACAo/vKq1UQHQfoA/s1600-h/a0133.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="a 013" border="0" alt="a 013" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJZ-v28kDOI/AAAAAAAACAs/fBjl9pu6crE/a013_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="255" height="192" /></a> <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJZ-wL7h8NI/AAAAAAAACAw/VQRdPstIK-g/s1600-h/a0114.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="a 011" border="0" alt="a 011" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJZ-wsyQ5UI/AAAAAAAACA0/1HYOhaQdUII/a011_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="254" height="192" /></a> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJZ-w-icqZI/AAAAAAAACA4/Bi4dpuVaonM/s1600-h/a0194.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="a 019" border="0" alt="a 019" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJZ-xVd3dYI/AAAAAAAACA8/u082e6WsUoQ/a019_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="254" height="192" /></a></p> <p>Our first stop was Kanish Bay which was the bay that we hiked to (Small Inlet) from the Octopus Islands.  The weather lifted a bit and we had a nice evening.  Brad and I even went for a little bit of exploring in the dinghy as the sunset turned to dusk.</p> <p> <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJZ-xvaUcHI/AAAAAAAACBA/OIQFK2GGKxc/s1600-h/a0343.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="a 034" border="0" alt="a 034" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJZ-yI1JOsI/AAAAAAAACBE/lXwWWi9Uxsk/a034_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="196" height="260" /></a> <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJZ-yZffZqI/AAAAAAAACBI/kAzXRhBya5I/s1600-h/a0308.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="a 030" border="0" alt="a 030" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJZ-y_0CZmI/AAAAAAAACBM/YibB9T5A1iw/a030_thumb4.jpg?imgmax=800" width="367" height="207" /></a> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJZ-zbRq5rI/AAAAAAAACBQ/ER7cfe7F0Xs/s1600-h/a0323.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="a 032" border="0" alt="a 032" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJZ-zjiTGMI/AAAAAAAACBU/Ddk9IVq4-RM/a032_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="198" height="263" /></a></p> <p>On through Seymour Narrows and its wild currents to Campbell River for a little provisioning.  We ended up in a small marina that is owned by a hotel and so had access to their hot tub before bed.  We also visited the Campbell River Maritime Museum which has a its centerpiece a 1958 salmon fishing boat that has been restored because for 17 years, its picture graced the back of the $5.00 bill.  We got Austin some long pants that fit so that his ankles won’t be so cold and a new warm jacket.  There was also a stop to obtain some local salmon fishing knowledge and gear at the outdoor store.  We even fit in a pretty extensive grocery run and stop at the Seattle Embassy.  All that in less than 24 hours.  I wonder if it was the dip in the hot tub or the level of activity that contributed more to everyone’s excellent night’s sleep.</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJZ-0MsTGGI/AAAAAAAACBY/J4QYWSpJ6Cc/s1600-h/a054RebeccaSpit4.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="a 054 Rebecca Spit" border="0" alt="a 054 Rebecca Spit" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJZ-0YCvyMI/AAAAAAAACBc/pRMNJSC1bq8/a054RebeccaSpit_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="608" height="198" /></a></p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJZ-049j3PI/AAAAAAAACBg/jPWDr9dh3cE/s1600-h/a0635.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="a 063" border="0" alt="a 063" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJZ-1CJEFGI/AAAAAAAACBk/d3SYr85-4kE/a063_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" width="167" height="221" /></a> <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJZ-1j5CspI/AAAAAAAACBo/lJRWXrilDO8/s1600-h/a0857.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="a 085" border="0" alt="a 085" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJZ-13fKiMI/AAAAAAAACBs/h9orT59UJPY/a085_thumb5.jpg?imgmax=800" width="292" height="220" /></a> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJZ-2OQDx1I/AAAAAAAACBw/dC_Smh1bBS4/s1600-h/a0916.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="a 091" border="0" alt="a 091" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJZ-2kU_ThI/AAAAAAAACB0/6MM_8sLJsyc/a091_thumb4.jpg?imgmax=800" width="293" height="220" /></a></p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJZ-3J3TjgI/AAAAAAAACB4/5lrvbCsctIk/s1600-h/a1024.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="a 102" border="0" alt="a 102" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJZ-3eq-VZI/AAAAAAAACB8/Q4yAQ-w_6Sw/a102_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="374" height="282" /></a></p> <p>We trolled for about 3 hours on our way to Rebecca Spit: the only bites were little and had to go back to grow into big salmon.  The first night at anchor, we were the only boat in the hook of the spit and had the entire end of Drew Bay to ourselves.  The weather was great and the boys spent the whole afternoon on the beach making driftwood sailboats.  I took the kayak in search of ice cream, but came back with a brand of pierogies that we can’t get in the states anymore and some beets for borscht so that we could have a little Ukrainian feast for dinner.</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJZ-3nPBXMI/AAAAAAAACCA/R4yYrT-QUAY/s1600-h/a107%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="a 107" border="0" alt="a 107" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJZ-4J786mI/AAAAAAAACCE/Fj_tqjlYabI/a107_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /></a></p> <p> <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJZ-4pI3X0I/AAAAAAAACCI/ChnRid11WCw/s1600-h/a127%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="a 127" border="0" alt="a 127" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJZ-5GNCVdI/AAAAAAAACCM/OrVCcLAPf2s/a127_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /></a> </p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJZ-5Tee_zI/AAAAAAAACCQ/VDNSXcF6VMs/s1600-h/a%20114%20Carrington%20Bay%5B6%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="a 114 Carrington Bay" border="0" alt="a 114 Carrington Bay" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJZ-5557biI/AAAAAAAACCU/o24CsjKpPEc/a%20114%20Carrington%20Bay_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="684" height="182" /></a></p> <p>We trolled for a couple more hours on our way up to Carrington Bay on Cortes Island.  One good sized fish, but since we have to use barbless hooks here in Canada, it got away.  Brad had visited here years ago with his dad and some friends on “Heather” as an Explorer Scout.  He knew about the cool rapids between the bay and its lagoon.  Just before dinner, we zipped up to the head of the bay.  Even though the tide was already past high, the bay level was still a good foot above the lagoon level and so the water was pouring in through the rapids.  The boys (all three of them) raced logs through the rapids.</p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJZ-6O-auNI/AAAAAAAACCY/CkGKmKmA9ns/s1600-h/b%20006%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="b 006" border="0" alt="b 006" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJZ-6gJm_uI/AAAAAAAACCc/NlLLmWpRPdI/b%20006_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /></a>  </p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJZ-7Ayg7CI/AAAAAAAACCg/VP7xMBdEqTg/s1600-h/b%20002%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="b 002" border="0" alt="b 002" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJZ-7T9phFI/AAAAAAAACCk/UgOeuIE5xC8/b%20002_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /></a></p> <p>On to Cortes Bay so that we can meet up with Auntie Barbara, G-ma and her friend.   Getting up early pays as we will be having salmon for dinner tomorrow!             </p> First Mate PJ Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02997275151048563363noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1610359489161650538.post-68167940825445551582010-09-16T09:00:00.001-07:002010-09-16T09:00:28.936-07:00Octopus Islands<p>September 14, 2010</p> <p>Octopus Islands Provincial Marine Park, Quadra Island, British Columbia, Canada</p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJG8cmpzpzI/AAAAAAAAB-o/0OHgQxDj670/s1600-h/a0134.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="a 013" border="0" alt="a 013" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJG8gDTPeMI/AAAAAAAAB-s/NSjh8rEVRPY/a013_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="430" height="324" /></a></p> <p>Even though it rained (again) on our visit to the Octopus Islands, it was fantastic (we must be Washingtonians!!).  We just hunkered down our first evening and Austin beat us at all Scrabble with “JADE” for 60 points!!!</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJG8sQ1HG_I/AAAAAAAAB-w/vmiR8bHKv-4/s1600-h/a0242.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="a 024" border="0" alt="a 024" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJG8vl2N3lI/AAAAAAAAB-0/e5ZcqF6aR64/a024_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /></a>   <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJG81cAGqnI/AAAAAAAAB-4/k82XAeTKv1g/s1600-h/a0372.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="a 037" border="0" alt="a 037" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJG86-CfVHI/AAAAAAAAB-8/zoDefq7OPsw/a037_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /></a>  <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJG-oSCiocI/AAAAAAAAB_A/-T92PvYhH2o/s1600-h/a0382.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="a 038" border="0" alt="a 038" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJG-p61pNlI/AAAAAAAAB_E/eNIHVBPgNZw/a038_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /></a></p> <p>The boys dove into their schoolwork the next morning as we all waited for some clearing.  Mid-morning, Brad and I took a little kayak tour that included going through a slot that is probably high and dry at low tide but had cool currents surging one way and then the other when we transited it.  In the afternoon, it dried off enough for a trip to visit the “Cruiser’s Cabin” and do a little reconnaissance for the next day’s hike.  There was a kayak group from Toronto camped on the beach where the trail begins and we chatted with them a bit before heading back to our nice, warm, cozy boat!</p> <p align="center"><strong>Clearing Fog –</strong> <strong>Waiatt Bay</strong></p> <p align="center"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="a 111a" border="0" alt="a 111a" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJG-sfQxNPI/AAAAAAAAB_I/UwUjzDCcXoU/a111a_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="703" height="205" /></p> <p align="center"><strong>Hiking to Small Inlet and Newton Lake</strong></p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJG_VmfWVLI/AAAAAAAAB_M/UMKijWBtZ_s/s1600-h/a0684.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="a 068" border="0" alt="a 068" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJG_ZYtU_MI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/207WzYr0lRA/a068_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="288" height="217" /></a>  <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJI-462DraI/AAAAAAAAB_0/6TLIJ5DGCJA/s1600-h/a0955.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="a 095" border="0" alt="a 095" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJI-5u40cdI/AAAAAAAAB_4/TmksG4UK5JE/a095_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" width="287" height="217" /></a>  <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJI-73v4COI/AAAAAAAAB_8/Vct_KoSPogI/s1600-h/a1044.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="a 104" border="0" alt="a 104" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJI-8TWLWnI/AAAAAAAACAA/KAniR5jQVDs/a104_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="163" height="216" /></a></p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJI-9Xzoh5I/AAAAAAAACAE/yk6btOUeXKs/s1600-h/a0533.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="a 053" border="0" alt="a 053" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJI-98gRnCI/AAAAAAAACAI/0cmfFoDtTM4/a053_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="341" height="257" /></a>                       <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJI-_mvLnfI/AAAAAAAACAQ/qh5HxduzTF4/s1600-h/a1164.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="a 116" border="0" alt="a 116" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJI_ApCXN2I/AAAAAAAACAU/m7K_Y3n-IH4/a116_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="340" height="256" /></a></p> <p>The next morning dawned still with fog here and there.  As it started to clear, we cut homework short and headed off for our hike.  We crossed a small isthmus from Waiatt Bay to Small Inlet and then continued up to Newton Lake.  We are all very excited to be back in our native evergreen forests (second growth or not).  In the afternoon, schoolwork was finished, naps were taken, islets were explored, and plans were made for our Cruiser’s Cabin artwork and the rest of our week.</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJI_C94wdUI/AAAAAAAACAY/1PExyPs00Lg/s1600-h/a0423.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="a 042" border="0" alt="a 042" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJI_Dk21eYI/AAAAAAAACAc/oWqB_SciPzo/a042_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /></a></p> <p>The priority for our final morning in the Octopus Islands was to complete and hang our new art in the Cruiser’s Cabin.  It was decided that we would add to our previous contribution from 2005 when we visited with the Voodoo Child and had part of the Toland family aboard.  Upon arrival, there was a kayak tour group having a fabulous picnic lunch on the newly rebuilt deck.  We hung our newest attempt at driftwood art (power tools are a definite plus).  Back at CAPAZ, we had a quick lunch before we needed to pull anchor and head for Osikollo Channel’s slack tide.</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJI_FeQUkAI/AAAAAAAACAg/113T1avmaYM/s1600-h/a1305.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="a 130" border="0" alt="a 130" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJI_GwBkysI/AAAAAAAACAk/iEsSxrVVbcQ/a130_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" width="532" height="400" /></a></p> First Mate PJ Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02997275151048563363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1610359489161650538.post-8842526736215476832010-09-15T23:41:00.001-07:002010-09-15T23:41:47.056-07:00A Plan Coalesces<p>September 11, 2010</p> <p>En route between Cortes Bay and the Octopus Islands, Approaching Surge Narrows </p> <p align="center"><strong>A “Dead Head” encountered entering Desolation Sound</strong></p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJEk8CYxrGI/AAAAAAAAB7s/e26D2FtEHoQ/s1600-h/a0024.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="a 002" border="0" alt="a 002" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJElBloSNpI/AAAAAAAAB7w/EE1erU3GTTU/a002_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="430" height="324" /></a></p> <p>We may have finally figured out what our plan is for the next few days.  We were toying with the idea of making a run to the Broughton Islands, but with 3 days to get there and another 3 to return, we would not have more than 3 or 4 days to explore before needing to turn south for a couple of rendez-vouses that we have set.  </p> <p>Our alternative plan is to do some exploring around here and visit a couple of our favorite places along the way.  With that said, today’s goal is the Octopus Islands Marine Park.  In 2005, we spent a rainy night in Waiatt Bay which dawned into a beautiful morning that was cut short by time constraints.  Even with our short time, we were able to fashion a work of art to leave at the “Cruiser’s Cabin”.  With our return, we are anxious to see if the old art project has survived 5 years and we have plans for a new one.</p> <p align="center"><strong>Brad passes on from father to sons</strong>: <strong>The all-important skill of making hamburger patties</strong></p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJElWFpxqeI/AAAAAAAAB70/R6HQpa7eZO0/s1600-h/a0114.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="a 011" border="0" alt="a 011" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJElYooPlkI/AAAAAAAAB74/KQb4XoDqLW0/a011_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="345" height="260" /></a></p> <p> <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJEtL2PsumI/AAAAAAAAB8A/CzIKH38mnl8/s1600-h/a0092.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="a 009" border="0" alt="a 009" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJEtNDHetkI/AAAAAAAAB8E/2OwpnrDEDa0/a009_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /></a>  <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJFj8_XdDOI/AAAAAAAAB9A/IsMoQzQ8n1A/s1600-h/a0132.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="a 013" border="0" alt="a 013" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJFj-Tv0BdI/AAAAAAAAB9E/orrKsGbXpUM/a013_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /></a><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJFyT6v5uRI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/RSaYcSCj_co/s1600-h/a0572.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="a 057" border="0" alt="a 057" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJGfphhIVrI/AAAAAAAAB9U/SYBb6Ij5bJs/a057_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /></a> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJGf0A5AvHI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/F1hYFAt40AM/s1600-h/a0232.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="a 023" border="0" alt="a 023" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJGf43_TLII/AAAAAAAAB9c/NcIzZ-mV3lk/a023_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /></a>   <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJGgFqdxQAI/AAAAAAAAB9g/YKaVF_nyaaI/s1600-h/a0472.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="a 047" border="0" alt="a 047" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJGgG6hJtXI/AAAAAAAAB9k/PnRtVOIwDaw/a047_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /></a> <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJGjCObJX-I/AAAAAAAAB9s/liEBZak9RRw/s1600-h/a0492.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="a 049" border="0" alt="a 049" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJGknrkfhLI/AAAAAAAAB90/3u_vsef2zYc/a049_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /></a>   </p> <p>For the last couple of days, we have been relaxing at Cortes Bay.  The kids have been playing on the beach and doing puzzles in the clubhouse.  We also found an old board game called “Regatta”.  A quick on-line search gave a set of rules to print out and Bryce and I “out-sailed” Brad in our first game.  Austin and I took the bikes to the store (lots of hills between us and the store) in search of a few food items and shoes.  We got the couple of things on our grocery list, didn’t find shoes, but did locate a great little book store.  The guys set the prawn traps and got two prawns yesterday, not really enough to share at last night’s “green box” gathering.  They decided to leave the trap out over night to pick up on our way around the south end of Cortes this morning.</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJGkrN6wgJI/AAAAAAAAB94/jhtD8gfmtYE/s1600-h/a0322.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="a 032" border="0" alt="a 032" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJGktD-_hDI/AAAAAAAAB98/AjplvqLgIPI/a032_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /></a><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJGk4MgT5lI/AAAAAAAAB-A/MGpHA8LrqtI/s1600-h/a0332.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="a 033" border="0" alt="a 033" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJGmPlRqK5I/AAAAAAAAB-I/jqRnBlURfcI/a033_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /></a><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJGmTicPmvI/AAAAAAAAB-M/-F4zINMCJJQ/s1600-h/a0632.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="a 063" border="0" alt="a 063" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJGmZOCdJBI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/2H3XPmHDA6g/a063_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /></a></p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJGmt7FH7qI/AAAAAAAAB-U/QY8-RuGTwLs/s1600-h/a0703.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="a 070" border="0" alt="a 070" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJGm4GIz_rI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mbw8Hb9q224/a070_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /></a></p> <p>We are really having good luck as not only did the boys pull up almost 30 prawns, but also we got to see some transient orca whales.  One of the boats that also saw them, said on the VHF that the group had been in the area for about a week.  We think we saw a mom and baby, what a treat!!!!</p> <p align="center"> <strong>Mom and Baby, maybe???</strong><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJGm9s7HtwI/AAAAAAAAB-c/ktssEnESIeU/s1600-h/a0774.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="a 077" border="0" alt="a 077" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TJG8Ir7ZAGI/AAAAAAAAB-k/Nln1G0bpsPg/a077_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="520" height="290" /></a></p> First Mate PJ Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02997275151048563363noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1610359489161650538.post-84736720322517728982010-09-08T18:27:00.001-07:002010-09-08T18:27:34.127-07:00Going the Right Way<p>Garden Bay, BC, Canada</p> <p>September 8, 2010</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TIg3tCD8hYI/AAAAAAAAB5w/qwS2dAEzOgY/s1600-h/d005a4.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="d 005a" border="0" alt="d 005a" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TIg3uJmAldI/AAAAAAAAB50/DWoNFhyBovg/d005a_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="762" height="194" /></a> <strong>Leaving Plumper Cove</strong></p> <p>On Monday, when we left our friends in Howe Sound, the weather was anything but great.  We were having our doubts about our decision to head north (although, not so much after looking at the longer range weather forecasts).  So northward we pressed.  We were much happier than the steady stream of vessels making their way home into the southeasterly seas and winds that we had at our backs.  We could have sailed north, but as we pondered raising the sails, Brad’s exact words were, “It is wet and cold out there.”   </p> <p>We arrived in Garden Bay (in Pender Harbor) a little after noon.  The boats that came in all afternoon mainly from Cortes were a little ragged.  We let Adios in the laundry line ahead of us as they took a wave over their bow that opened their forward hatch and doused the forepeak.</p> <p>I took Austin with me on our foraging expedition to Madiera Park on the other side of Pender Harbor because we are looking for some shoes for him.  He left his crocs on Blackdragon and so we won’t be seeing them til the middle of next month.  Until then, he needs some water shoes or boots that he can use for walking around rocky beaches.  He does have a pair of running shoes, but after a year of crocs or no shoes at all, they seem to be an unacceptable choice.   There was a thrift store, but it was only open Wednesdays, Fridays and Saturdays and the drug store was already closed (on Labor Day hours) by the time we got there.  So, Austin just helped with a big stock up.</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TIg3vrhFIgI/AAAAAAAAB54/5TqEV1qvRMg/s1600-h/a0604.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="a 060" border="0" alt="a 060" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TIg3wZGPO2I/AAAAAAAAB58/4IA6zFicnxI/a060_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="246" height="327" /></a> </p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TIg3ylyBLlI/AAAAAAAAB6A/uu-clbG-FBU/s1600-h/a0752.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="a 075" border="0" alt="a 075" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TIg30ANUtPI/AAAAAAAAB6E/IQB8KmjPY6k/a075_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /></a> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TIg30js352I/AAAAAAAAB6I/mwbcJ3bwh2E/s1600-h/a0952.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="a 095" border="0" alt="a 095" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TIg31LAjzVI/AAAAAAAAB6M/K4NKSwYnJ38/a095_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /></a> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TIg31y4mRaI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/73Z0MOcBxJY/s1600-h/a0342.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="a 034" border="0" alt="a 034" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TIg32Sw48WI/AAAAAAAAB6U/7SMmY9AB0Sk/a034_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /></a> </p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TIg32wHiVUI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/3TIAKm03GyM/s1600-h/a0724.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="a 072" border="0" alt="a 072" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TIg33QrMEWI/AAAAAAAAB6c/RwS7Mz2XkQo/a072_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="247" height="328" /></a> </p> <p>On Tuesday, boat school was back in full session after a brief hiatus during which only reading and writing were required of the boys on any kind of regular basis.  New math books and new spelling programs have been added back into the mix.  Luckily, it was a little drizzly and we got through the morning with only a 40 minute break at low tide to harass the starfish on the beach.  We were missing our private marine biologist, Mike from <em>Io </em>so that we really could count it as science time.  The introduction to Bryce’s first chapter of math called for a group of four people to gather data for him from a jumping jack exercise.  So, I guess you could say that we all had a little PE, too.</p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TIg332xr-WI/AAAAAAAAB6g/eNs6tnhE-8k/s1600-h/a0315.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="a 031" border="0" alt="a 031" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TIg34SpXLAI/AAAAAAAAB6k/btP8PrO-e2g/a031_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" width="246" height="186" /></a>  <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TIg35Kq3JyI/AAAAAAAAB6o/Q_AGWs86vek/s1600-h/a0114.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="a 011" border="0" alt="a 011" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TIg35VZlXsI/AAAAAAAAB6s/ViFpQsSOKPk/a011_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /></a> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TIg36Mn9D-I/AAAAAAAAB6w/3uxGyhkHYWs/s1600-h/a0143.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="a 014" border="0" alt="a 014" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TIg37Rq-VQI/AAAAAAAAB60/sVFg-OJN1g8/a014_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="243" height="183" /></a>  <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TIg3758MmjI/AAAAAAAAB64/f8OhgP5molQ/s1600-h/a0043.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="a 004" border="0" alt="a 004" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TIg38GnRvgI/AAAAAAAAB68/3z3sPuJ7Qdk/a004_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="205" height="272" /></a><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TIg38sFJ0GI/AAAAAAAAB7A/jKp9rjIw0jk/s1600-h/a0225.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="a 022" border="0" alt="a 022" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TIg39ILUYBI/AAAAAAAAB7E/AIdJUXn3Egw/a022_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" width="361" height="272" /></a> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TIg39g7fWNI/AAAAAAAAB7I/jHK9nu_ZrB0/s1600-h/a0216.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="a 021" border="0" alt="a 021" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TIg3-J-1lJI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/VhvN901XfRE/a021_thumb4.jpg?imgmax=800" width="204" height="271" /></a></p> <p>Austin and I took another swing back through Madiera Park for shoes to no avail.   We did pick up a few forgotten and additional items at the supermarket.  The liquor store was open and we found a good all purpose British Columbia specific animal and plant identification book for our upcoming hikes and other land-based exploring.  On the way back to the boat, we discovered that Pender Harbor goes much deeper into the heart of the Sechelt Peninsula than I had thought.  The inner-most bay had a fairly narrow entrance that we must have hit pretty close to max flood.  We really had to ignore the “watch your wake” signs as we tried to head back to Garden Bay because otherwise we would not have been able to make any progress against the current.  We were glad that Juanny (our outboard engine) was in a good mood, because though rowing it would have been a great workout, it would not been fun. </p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TIg3-r-6xMI/AAAAAAAAB7U/WcPnyJH9n_U/s1600-h/a098a5.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="a 098a" border="0" alt="a 098a" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TIg3_aa_9uI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/zBQbYEkfQ70/a098a_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" width="693" height="265" /></a> </p> <p>Before a sunset dinner of steaks and baked potatoes on the outstation patio, I finished the first big chunk of my quilt.  One down, 5 or 6 more to go.  I prepped the next section while we were staying at my parents house last month.  I get lots of help on big projects like this, usually from Brad.  However, with Brad sailing CAPAZ to the mainland, I was lucky that my dad willingly stepped in and turned all the pieces right side out, thus eliminating one whole step for me.  Bryce’s love of aesthetics is a perfect fit for helping me organize the “window” pieces for the next step and he has said he will give me a hand with that when we get to Cortes (we will see if I will be able to lure him away from Crab Beach to help me).</p> <p>Leaving sunny, clear Pender Harbor this morning, we were preparing ourselves for a foggy Malaspina Strait.  Magically, as we rounded the corner, the fog began to dissipate into patchy low clouds clinging here and there.  It looks like it will be a smooth and sunny trip (albeit a little chilly) up to Cortes Island. </p> <p align="center"> <strong>Fog ahead in the Malaspina Strait</strong><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TIg3_jF7rXI/AAAAAAAAB7c/qzSf6LG-y3E/s1600-h/a108a6.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="a 108a" border="0" alt="a 108a" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TIg4ANE4qtI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SnPAagFIU_w/a108a_thumb4.jpg?imgmax=800" width="729" height="258" /></a> <strong>Patchy fog behind in the outer islands of Pender Harbor</strong></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TIg4AW3YUGI/AAAAAAAAB7k/OE7M4sdFXC0/s1600-h/a111a7.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="a 111a" border="0" alt="a 111a" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TIg4BI-efFI/AAAAAAAAB7o/6SeVG6rdWVY/a111a_thumb5.jpg?imgmax=800" width="723" height="213" /></a> First Mate PJ Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02997275151048563363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1610359489161650538.post-83450660842356137172010-09-06T07:06:00.001-07:002010-09-06T07:06:54.359-07:00Blackdragon Rendez-Vous<p>September 6, 2010</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TIT1DkWN4fI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/dPOh7x_f39c/s1600-h/a0034.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="a 003" border="0" alt="a 003" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TIT1ELuEfWI/AAAAAAAAB4c/_wssl03Vfgg/a003_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="402" height="302" /></a></p> <p>We left Ovens Island relatively early to make Pollier Pass on a decent tide.  the morning was beautiful and the Straits of Georgia turned out to be calm enough for breakfast making and warm enough for a bathing suit (behind the dogder, of course).  We entered Howe Sound around noon, ahead of our friends on Blackdragon.  A quick cell phone call verified the location of the nice little cove where they liked to anchor.  We christened our new “Home Depot Special” stern tie set up and were ready for a little raft-up as Blackdragaon approached.</p> <p> <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TIT1E7AdXeI/AAAAAAAAB4g/Ukzq12KVZlo/s1600-h/a0154.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="a 015" border="0" alt="a 015" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TIT1FRnpoHI/AAAAAAAAB4k/1ZtESulzS3I/a015_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="255" height="193" /></a> <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TIT1GHU7QwI/AAAAAAAAB4o/6OhtR4KMLaY/s1600-h/a0173.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="a 017" border="0" alt="a 017" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TIT1Gvrw6BI/AAAAAAAAB4s/8BDXxnpZHYE/a017_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="256" height="193" /></a> <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TIT1HtvU5NI/AAAAAAAAB4w/ieegnwkf5LA/s1600-h/a0233.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="a 023" border="0" alt="a 023" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TIT1IDQikMI/AAAAAAAAB40/ruQj8tljo24/a023_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="253" height="191" /></a> </p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TIT1JJzBC7I/AAAAAAAAB44/2reruoxYj5U/s1600-h/a0244.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="a 024" border="0" alt="a 024" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TIT1KDQeE3I/AAAAAAAAB48/xoPYuWGyxWk/a024_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="485" height="365" /></a></p> <p>We are not really sure where the afternoon went.  For sure there was a lot of catching up and maybe a Steve-a-rita or two.  We are sure of what the boys did: fish.  They also set the crab traps (not in deep enough water evidently because they only got a couple of smallish-but legal- rock crabs) and rehabbed an abandoned prawns trap.  I sauteed up 7 little prawns that boys gobbled down and gave a big thumbs up.  While the kids had boy night on Capaz, Steve and Tracey taught us a new game called Wizard.  I think there will be the purchase of a Wizard deck of cards in our future. </p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TIT1LAWEFSI/AAAAAAAAB5A/NInezX0QJmo/s1600-h/a0309.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="a 030" border="0" alt="a 030" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TIT1LpjhCCI/AAAAAAAAB5E/_M8KVa70DGk/a030_thumb5.jpg?imgmax=800" width="388" height="326" /></a> </p> <p> <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TIT1NEWiYBI/AAAAAAAAB5I/WA5gCNsO2y4/s1600-h/a0325.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="a 032" border="0" alt="a 032" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TIT1N-_bPjI/AAAAAAAAB5M/-8D-w0UrXLY/a032_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" width="297" height="223" /></a> <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TIT1OubdVZI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/W7i8HkmljQg/s1600-h/a0375.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="a 037" border="0" alt="a 037" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TIT1PCuWzII/AAAAAAAAB5U/Bfz0Lle3lZw/a037_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" width="296" height="223" /></a> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TIT1P2y67nI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/RUVmkzm-f_k/s1600-h/a0415.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="a 041" border="0" alt="a 041" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TIT1QpLYgII/AAAAAAAAB5c/RPg5MhGS7Uo/a041_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" width="169" height="224" /></a></p> <p>True to the forecast the wind piped up a bit and we moved to Plumper Cove Marine Park on Keats Island at the bottom of Howe Sound.  Our steering lubricants are having as hard of a time adapting to the cooler weather as the humans aboard Capaz.  While Brad stayed on Capaz to figure out the above mentioned stiff steering problem, the boys and I joined the crew of Blackdragon ashore for a nice little hike around the island.  In the afternoon, there was another round of Wizard during which I blew a big hole in Steve’s theory that the dealer always wins.  After dinner, the Dolling’s neighbors arrived in their runabout and joined us for a round of Mexican Train aboard Capaz while the kids watched a movie back in the media room.</p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TIT1R3WPf4I/AAAAAAAAB5g/UgV6OzN4arA/s1600-h/c0024.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="c 002" border="0" alt="c 002" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TIT1aNTL_hI/AAAAAAAAB5k/EckVo5MDyj4/c002_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="492" height="370" /></a> </p> <p>There was supposed to be rain on Sunday, but we lucked out.  After a good sleep-in on Capaz, Brad got some boat work done (an oil change) and the boys got some more fishing in.   Gas, alcohol and salmon lures (along with a gelato) were procured across the way in Gibson’s by the ladies.  We could not, however, talk the menfolk into moving the boats over to Gibson’s harbor so that we could take in the outdoor movie set-up of an old sitcom that was filmed in the area called the Beachcombers.  We ended up having another great dinner back in Plumper Cove with the whole crew aboard Blackdragon (we ate in shifts).  The kids ditched the adults for Capaz and a movie.  The adults drank tea (no kidding) and played cards!!</p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TIT1bbm_DnI/AAAAAAAAB5o/_EQ_SEXhY00/s1600-h/c0034.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="c 003" border="0" alt="c 003" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TIT1fQVelnI/AAAAAAAAB5s/NbEWdpS9qSg/c003_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="507" height="381" /></a></p> First Mate PJ Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02997275151048563363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1610359489161650538.post-18644501115274967642010-09-05T10:42:00.001-07:002010-09-05T10:42:59.342-07:00Swiftsure Yachts Board Meeting<p> September 1, 2010</p> <p>I am pretty sure that we had quorum for a Swiftsure Yachts Board meeting last night aboard Pete and Kirsten’s boat, Charlotte.  We actually tried not to talk about work too much since the crew of Charlotte are trying to have a vacation while Ryan holds down the fort in Seattle.</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TIPWhVBW62I/AAAAAAAAB3w/k1-kZtoydxc/s1600-h/b0083.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="b 008" border="0" alt="b 008" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TIPWh2EOFhI/AAAAAAAAB30/wxhqurQEKq8/b008_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /></a> <strong>SV Charlotte in Genoa Bay</strong></p> <p>Timing could not have been more perfect.  As we came into the Satellite Channel from south side of Portland Island on our way up from Victoria, Charlotte came into the channel on the north side of the island on their way over from Bedwell Harbor.  We followed them around the south end of Salt Spring Island back into Vancouver Island’s Genoa Bay.  </p> <p>It was great to catch up and the boys had kids to play with most of the afternoon and evening.  Besides Alden who seemed pretty psyched to see his big boy friends, they were joined by another young man a little older than Bryce from Puffin out of Portland.  Though the weather was definitely an improvement over Tuesday, it still turned very chilly when the sun dipped below the high hills surrounding the harbor.  </p> <p>This morning dawned gorgeous and we parted ways with Puffin and Charlotte as they turned south and we continued north.  We only went as far as Ovens Island in Ladysmith Harbor.   We left early to catch the pushing tide in Sansum Narrows and arrived before noon.  Though we have been to Ovens Island several times, we have never been to the town.</p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TIPWjEEHjmI/AAAAAAAAB34/MJiRseFm-B8/s1600-h/b0296.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="b 029" border="0" alt="b 029" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TIPWjtj6LRI/AAAAAAAAB38/YiCUG50gPmk/b029_thumb4.jpg?imgmax=800" width="295" height="222" /></a>  <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TIPWkfMFsQI/AAAAAAAAB4A/AvI4WrGJ1jA/s1600-h/b0175.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="b 017" border="0" alt="b 017" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TIPWlNy1d7I/AAAAAAAAB4E/DDQewxdRxBs/b017_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" width="169" height="224" /></a> <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TIPWmo7rGxI/AAAAAAAAB4I/oxo-jGIIq5o/s1600-h/b0324.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="b 032" border="0" alt="b 032" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TIPWnKEgTyI/AAAAAAAAB4M/uSUQdaVlskQ/b032_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="296" height="224" /></a> </p> <p>While the boys played and Brad took care of a couple of boat jobs, I took the dinghy across the harbor to explore.  I am sure the weather will not turn too cold any time soon, as I am now outfitted with three pairs of long warmer pants courtesy of the sale at the local thrift store.  At the grocery store I finally found box milk (aka bilge milk) and when the cashier offered up the van for a free ride back to the dock, I bought out the store.  All in all, Ladysmith is a very nice little town!</p> <p align="center"><strong>Ladysmith from Ovens Island</strong></p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TIPWn0Kb23I/AAAAAAAAB4Q/n7zu3DZAtmc/s1600-h/c%20004%5B5%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="c 004" border="0" alt="c 004" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TIPWon5TjuI/AAAAAAAAB4U/hT8h_dgrMww/c%20004_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="360" height="478" /></a></p> First Mate PJ Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02997275151048563363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1610359489161650538.post-13632300039436010502010-08-31T07:17:00.001-07:002010-08-31T07:17:27.400-07:00Tacos and T-birds<p>August 30, 2010</p> <p>When we arrived at the Royal Victoria Yacht Club for a couple of days, we were lucky enough to be able to connect with a couple of friends that we made during our years of racing in the Thunderbird class fleet on the mighty “REV” otherwise known as #447!  Seattle and Victoria have traditionally been the strongest fleets in the class and so when the REV crew needed challenging racing, our friends up here in Victoria were only too happy to provide it for us – with us traveling up here for races or them voyaging to Seattle, even meeting halfway in Port Townsend on occasion.  Over tacos, we caught up with the reigning World Champion fresh from the regatta earlier this month in Toronto.  We had a great visit with Mark and Rhonda on CAPAZ.  Then with a fabulous dessert, we were joined by more T-birders, Vidas and Hillary who live in the neighborhood and were able to drop by the boat.  We all reminisced about ancient and not so ancient racing fun and found out what is happening in everyone’s lives away from Thunderbird regattas.  </p> <p align="center"><strong>What Mark does when not racing Thunderbirds</strong></p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TH0O1YjnfOI/AAAAAAAAB3o/igc99pnBsrc/s1600-h/b%20013%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="b 013" border="0" alt="b 013" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TH0O9QZvlKI/AAAAAAAAB3s/CyVF3PPt2RQ/b%20013_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="414" height="312" /></a> </p> <p></p> <p>Both Mark and Rhonda are Guides for <a href="http://www.princeofwhales.com/">Prince of Whales</a>, one of Victoria’s original whale watching outfits!</p> First Mate PJ Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02997275151048563363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1610359489161650538.post-83973738864068244662010-08-31T06:40:00.001-07:002010-08-31T06:40:49.216-07:00Butchart Gardens<p>August 28, 2010</p> <p>Our Butchart Gardens voyage actually started last night.  After finding a place to anchor in Tod Inlet and finishing up the last of delivery tuna, we sought a spot in the dinghy from which to watch the Saturday night fireworks that the Gardens put on.  We enjoyed the aerial displays and even though we couldn’t see the ground displays they lit up the tree that were between us and them in a most pleasing way.</p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TH0FZvOTRkI/AAAAAAAAB24/8I3-oepe0Zw/s1600-h/b%20117%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="b 117" border="0" alt="b 117" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TH0FaXzrr_I/AAAAAAAAB28/-GxngWRapqw/b%20117_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="255" height="192" /></a> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TH0GRF2IrOI/AAAAAAAAB3A/jD4eTOQLKgA/s1600-h/b%20045%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="b 045" border="0" alt="b 045" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TH0GRrcevrI/AAAAAAAAB3E/SP16G8AFgXM/b%20045_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="256" height="193" /></a> <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TH0GSpvQDBI/AAAAAAAAB3I/DS0U-5ZkeRY/s1600-h/b%20069%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="b 069" border="0" alt="b 069" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TH0GTGF5DDI/AAAAAAAAB3M/7XT6FM0Z7ow/b%20069_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="256" height="193" /></a> <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TH0GT_FIOLI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/1Yrv6aP3EOA/s1600-h/b%20100%5B5%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="b 100" border="0" alt="b 100" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TH0GUQ20hvI/AAAAAAAAB3U/zA9lMcm0Fsc/b%20100_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="299" height="225" /></a>  <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TH0GVfS103I/AAAAAAAAB3Y/o3OSIUpHjLk/s1600-h/b%20079%5B7%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="b 079" border="0" alt="b 079" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TH0GWBjNz1I/AAAAAAAAB3c/okOW5JzO0B4/b%20079_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="168" height="223" /></a> <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TH0GXczxw-I/AAAAAAAAB3g/ZirI2x4JZMk/s1600-h/b%20060%5B7%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="b 060" border="0" alt="b 060" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/TH0GX84n0cI/AAAAAAAAB3k/5TfFpJLGjnA/b%20060_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="297" height="224" /></a> This morning, all six of us, Nana and Poppy had joined us in Victoria, piled into to the dinghy and made our way to the Gardens before too many tourists descended.  I worked on my familiarizing myself with my new camera taking tons of “foliage” shots.   We had packed a nice lunch and found a nice bench in the sun to eat it at which time the people watching was almost as enjoyable as the colorful views that vast array of plants and flowers provided us. Nana and Poppy took the bus back to Victoria so that they could catch their ferry back to Port Angeles.  </p> <p>We returned to Capaz and ended up moving the boat to a better spot that also proved to have better beach access. After dinner, Brad and I returned to the lit gardens for some live jazz that went well with ice cream and some hot drinks that we had brought along in a thermos from the boat.  You gotta love rum: the all-latitude drink! </p> First Mate PJ Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02997275151048563363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1610359489161650538.post-82785321695997539942010-08-28T08:26:00.001-07:002010-08-28T08:26:41.155-07:00Reunited and It Feels So Good<p>Victoria, BC, Canada</p> <p>August 27, 2010</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/THkqp7wfhdI/AAAAAAAAB2c/Iy6um0Eb39Q/s1600-h/A%20001%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="A 001" border="0" alt="A 001" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/THkqqVevi6I/AAAAAAAAB2g/ij5PGodVBjU/A%20001_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="561" height="422" /></a></p> <p>The boat and Brad arrived at 1:00 am and the mom and kids got through Canadian Customs by 11:00 am.  We are all very happy to see each other.  The boat was right in front of the Empress Hotel.  One quick laundry so that everyone has clean sheets and the search for warm clothes and bedding stowed into the depths of the boat (it’s really not that cold, but we have really thin blood) and we are ready to continue on.  </p> <p>Long time family friends who live in Victoria, Ruth and Steve, shuttled me to Costco for a re-provisioning run  (which except for the perishables) is still waiting for stowage.  The boys did a really good job of eating all the fresh fruits and veggies.  There is still quite a bit of frozen meat, since there seemed to be an virtually endless supply of mahi-mahi and tuna.  We are looking forward to taking part in the record breaking salmon run that is currently in progress.</p> <p>Brad and the boys put on their tourist hats and visited Miniature World in the basement of the Empress Hotel (always a favorite).   We rounded out the day with a visit to Victoria’s version of the Spaghetti Factory.  Right as we finished, we got to meet Third Mate Dave’s son, Reef.  He was drawn to Capaz’s steering wheel – gaptta start early with these little guys.</p> <p align="center">The McWhirter Family</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/THkqrTBz1AI/AAAAAAAAB2o/x6JD1I6ds44/s1600-h/A%20005%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="A 005" border="0" alt="A 005" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_z4AI1X5bYCc/THkqr-OmpgI/AAAAAAAAB2s/CCWWb_1Cvwg/A%20005_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /></a> </p> <p>We have grandparents arriving for the weekend so I will have to keep it short as that stuff on the boat will not stow itself!</p> First Mate PJ Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02997275151048563363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1610359489161650538.post-25390807570627333202010-08-26T20:46:00.001-07:002010-08-26T22:10:21.344-07:00Day 16: ArrivalAugus 26, 2010 <br />17:34 HST, which is 8:34pm Pacific Daylight time (03:34 UTC August 27) <br />Lat: 48 19.7 North <br />Lon: 123 52.6 West <br />Distance to go: 22.5 nautical miles <p>We entered the Strait of Juan de Fuca earlier today and truly are almost there!  Before getting to Cape Flattery, we realized that something was wrong, either the engine was having issues or more likely the prop was having issues. I noticed that we weren't even coming close to the speed we should be doing given the RPM's when I turned on the engine. So, I ran the throttle at medium to see what RPM's we were making. The engine wouldn't even turn at 2000 RPM's much less the 3200 it should have at max throttle. Suspecting a problem with the prop, I taped our underwater camera to the boat hook, turned on the movie function and took a video of the prop. Hopefully we can add this video to the blog at some point. Anyway it showed clearly that a net had snared itself to the prop. We limped into Neah Bay where courageous Dave got in the water and removed the net from the prop. I took a video of this as well. Ever since then, we have been motor sailing making good time. The tide is now ebbing and will likely be in our face pretty much the rest of the way. This means when we reach Race Rocks (just outside of Victoria Harbor) there will be significant current against us which will make for slow going. We should arrive in Victoria before the end of the day though! We are all excited to be here. It has been a relatively easy trip so far, lets keep it that way (touch wood).</p> <p>Brad</p> First Mate PJ Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02997275151048563363noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1610359489161650538.post-22677073174452075872010-08-25T19:21:00.000-07:002010-08-25T22:38:42.042-07:00Day 15: Happy Crew, Happy Boat<p>August 25, 2010 <br />15:51 HST (01:51 UTC August 26) <br />Lat: 47 29.6 North</p> <p>Lon 127 44.5 West <br />Distance to go: 190 nautical miles, (132 miles to Cape Flattery)</p> <p>We are all getting pretty excited about making landfall tomorrow and arriving in Victoria later in the day! For the first time in well . . . . 15 days we heard chatter on the VHF. Yes, we left the VHF radio on all the time. We heard a Canadian naval plane contacting vessels inbound to the strait of Juan de Fuca. That reminds me of a joke: Do you know how Canadians spell Canada? (for the answer go to the bottom of the email).</p> <p>In any case, there have been other signs that we are nearing land. Clumps of kelp have started appearing in the water. I haven't seen that for a while. The water color has changed. It has more of a green tinge to it. I saw what looked like a seagull earlier this morning. We are getting close!</p> <p>After motoring for what seemed like forever, we finally got the wind shift that I had been predicting. You see, a front was supposed to overtake us bringing a shift in the wind from the SW to the NW. It also was supposed to bring an increase in wind. Well, it didn't happen yesterday, and we started the watch schedule with the engine running. I had the last watch from 3:30am to 6am HST. Since we are still on Hawaiian Time and it really was 6:30am Pacific Daylight Time, the sky was already light. I poked my head out the hatch and it was misty and cold. The front was upon us. About 1/2 hour into my watch the wind abruptly shifted and started to build. Game on. I unrolled the headsail and waited for one of the crew to wake up about 1.5 hours later. Randy surfaced and we hoisted the main and turned off the engine. One thing I neglected to mention was that the boat speed was about 1 knot off of what we should have been doing with the engine RPM's we were running. Really there were only two likely causes. The first one that came to mind was that we had picked something up on the rudder or keel, like a net or a shark, something like that. The other option was that something was wrong with the prop itself. Anyway, we backed down the boat which took care of the problem. Thank goodess it wasn't the prop (touch wood).</p> <p>Right now, it's blowing about 20 knots on the beam and we are making about 8 knots of boat speed. Making good time! By this time tomorrow we will be in the Strait of Juan de Fuca and in cell phone range. I guess it's back to civilization. Since April 1st of this year I have sailed about 8000 nautical miles at sea. I think that's enough for a while. Strangely I'm not really burnt out on the whole thing, it just isn't holding that magic for me that it used too. I never thought I'd say that, but there you have it.</p> <p>Well it's getting to be that time where we all gather in the salon and watch a bit of TV and Randy cooks dinner, then I get on the SSB and talk to my friend on Mulan, we watch more TV, then hit the sack. Tonight we will reef the main and mizzen before it gets dark, so we don't have to do it in the dark of the night were it to get stinky. We are almost there!</p> <p>Brad</p> <p>Answer: <br />C, eh, N, eh, D, eh <br />(joke courtesy of Dave)</p> <p>That reminds me, Dave told me a little lymeric. Here's how it goes:</p> <p>There once was a man from Nantucket, who's Di.........ok, maybe that one isn't appropriate.</p> First Mate PJ Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02997275151048563363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1610359489161650538.post-46202413229092358132010-08-24T20:04:00.000-07:002010-08-24T21:23:12.331-07:00Day 14August 24, 2010 <br />16:40 HST (02:40 UTC August 25) <br />Lat: 46 22.1 North <br />Lon: 131 01.5 West <br />Distance to go: 340 miles to go <p>The last 24 hours have been spent motoring in less then 10 knots of wind from the stern. When conditions are like this, we all sleep really well. The boat glides along in a calm, but undulating sea, rocking us to sleep. The engine noise drowns out any other noises that might keep us awake. I can't remember be so well rested on a long passage like this. Nothing much has happened since the last blog.</p> <p>I know that we are all looking forward to getting there. I personally haven't been out of the company of my family for more then a few hours for almost a year. It's hard to be that close for so long and then to not have them there. So it will be a big relief when once we are re-united.</p> <p>As I type, I saw something out of the corner though the pilothouse window. It was an albatross, flying, skimming, just above the waves. We haven't gone a day out here with out seeing a bird. It amazing to me that we were about as far away as you can get from land and still there are birds out here. I know that several species of bird inhabit the skies above the oceans, not touching land for years. When they do come to land it is only to mate and raise young.  Then they return to their solitary life out on the big blue.</p> <p>It's massive out here, water for days and days on end. Sailing like this really brings home how much of our planet is covered with water. Earth is not a land world. It is a waterworld, the "Blue Planet". Being out here, seeing this seemingly ending expanse of water, it's hard to believe that we, mankind could fuck it up. But we are. Doing some motoring through the high gives you a glimpse. For days, in the middle of this leg, we couldn't go more then a minute or two before coming across some sort of garbage floating by. Plastic. I don't mean to go all environmentalist on you all, but we as a species need to come around, wake up and figure out how to live more harmoniously with the planet. Otherwise, our kids or our kid’s kids are going to pay the price.</p> <p>Yes, I'm rambling, but as I said not much has happened over the last day. Plastic aside, it's beautiful out here. If you haven't seen it, I recommend you come out here sometime and see for yourself.</p> <p>Well, about 2 days to go!</p> <p>Brad</p> First Mate PJ Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02997275151048563363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1610359489161650538.post-27645903062730977342010-08-23T18:33:00.000-07:002010-08-23T22:25:31.940-07:00Day 13: Almost ThereAugust 23, 2010 <br />15:11 HST (01:11 UTC August 24) <br />Lat: 45 04.4 North <br />Lon 134 22.2 West <br />Distance to go: 500 nautical Miles <p>Well, I'm back. Now that you have heard from the rest of the crew, I'm back on the job as the Capaz Blogger for the Hawaii to Victoria BC leg. It has been a pretty typical 24 hours. Yesterday, was beautiful as we motor sailed in light winds. We had Fish for dinner, again. Randy whipped up another one of his fabulous meals. And, again, we watched a few more episodes of "The Big Bang Theory". The joke is that we have to check in on how Penny is doing. Jorge (the autopilot) has no problem steering in motoring conditions, so our watches were very routine. I'm not sure how the rest of the guys spend their watch, but with the cooler weather I stayed below for the most part and monitored the radar and AIS all the while watching 2 episodes of Stargate SG1. It's a tough existence out here, the intrepid sailors braving the harsh seas, but someone has to do it.</p> <p>This morning, we unrolled the headsail and put up the main to do a bit of motorsailing. The wind picked up out of the south, enough so that we hoisted the spinnaker. We have been flying that sail for the last 5 hours, but the wind is starting to dwindle and the crew is dousing even as I type. So, the chute comes down (live play by play). I will go check the engine room look at the oil level and then start the engine for some motoring. So hang on a moment, while I go do that. Be right back...............I'm back. I checked the oil and asked the guys to do a line check to make sure we didn't have a spinnaker sheet or other line in the water. Wouldn't want to wrap a line around the prop:  that would be bad.</p> <p>I cooked up some eggs and bacon and put them in a wrap with some cheese for breakfast. We all fended for ourselves for lunch. With the spinnaker up it was nice to play the stereo and hang out in the cockpit. After lunch we watched a movie, "Michael Clayton", which we all enjoyed. Tonight I'm sure we will watch some more Big Bang Theory and the process will start all over again.</p> <p>The day before yesterday our friend Andrew set sail an Mulan from Hawaii also bound for the Pacific Northwest. Andrew had planned to leave about the same time as we did, but got stuck waiting for an engine part. It was good to touch base with him on the SSB last night to get a report. It sounded as though all was well aboard Mulan as they sailed north from Hawaii.</p> <p>I really don't have any more news for today. It looks like we should be in Victoria late Thursday evening or early Friday morning, but time will tell.</p> <p>Cheers!</p> <p>Brad</p> First Mate PJ Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02997275151048563363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1610359489161650538.post-23130891699757691342010-08-22T19:11:00.000-07:002010-08-22T20:57:19.146-07:00Day 12 motoring in the calm after the stormAugust 22, 2010 <br />16:09 HST (02:09 UTC August 23) <br />Lat: 43 56.5 North <br />Lon: 137 8.2 West <br />Distance to go: 636 nautical miles <p>Today's crew blogger is Harold</p> <p>This is “Hunt and Peck Harold” with a veery brief outline of the last few hours. Last night, we saw another episode of our TV family "Big Bang Theory".  We get worried about what Penny has been up to. We have become one in our nerdness. Twenty-five knots of wind and big seas made even brushing our teeth a challenge and flossing was optional for last night only. We were greeted this morning with a spectacular sunrise calm seas and 10 to 15 knots of wind off our beam. Sweet! The water temp has dropped from 80 to a refreshing 65 and we felt that the tuna should be ready for our BBQ.  We deployed the tuna jig and shortly after hauled in our dinner. Albacore tuna on the BBQ tonight. Taking a 360 degree view makes me realize how BIG the Pacific is: how vast and powerful and beautiful.  Helps me realize how small and insignificant we all are. This is a gas! <br />Peace and Love Harold</p> First Mate PJ Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02997275151048563363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1610359489161650538.post-62097808612319483982010-08-21T20:42:00.000-07:002010-08-22T09:28:19.046-07:00Day 11: Big Wind Last Night, Making Good TimeAugust 21, 2010 <br />17:37 HST (03:37 UTC August 22) <br />Lat: 42 48.8 North <br />Lon 139 52.9 West <br />Distance to go: 774 nautical miles <p>Today's crew blogger is Randy</p> <p>The wind and waves built gradually last night, and by sometime past midnight, Jorge the autopilot had gone on strike. Brad and Harold broke-out the foul-weather gear and had steered for a few hours, giving our friend a much-needed siesta. By morning, we had a North Pacific version of mixed chop, where small waves play with these school bus-sized things in a fairly random order. You can admire the top of your rudder off the stern while a small breaker lightly cleans the windows on the coach house. The boat slaloms across the mix in a surprisingly graceful way, and we spent the morning watching the parade of peaks and troughs like some kind of maritime parade. It's a busy existence. All speculation now is on when the motoring will start later this evening, as the weather patterns change yet again on our route.</p> <p>Randy</p> First Mate PJ Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02997275151048563363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1610359489161650538.post-64708598483748895502010-08-20T18:46:00.000-07:002010-08-20T19:56:52.048-07:00Day 10: A Report from Dave<p>August 20, 2010 <br />15:42 HSST (01:42 UTC August 21) <br />Lat: 41 16.4 North</p> <p>Lon: 143 16.9 West <br />Distance to go: 951 nautical miles (under 1000!)</p> <p>As I'm sure you are all growing bored with my perspective on this trip, so I thought it would be nice to have blog entries from other on the crew. The first to step up to the plate is Dave. Here is his report:</p> <p>An update of life on the high seas with your hardy, intrepid travelers. The bouncy, head-on seas of last night have been replaced by easy, rolling swell from the NNW, quartering in on Capaz's port bow. Easy sailing today, with sunshine all day up until about 20 minutes ago. Sunbathing, reading and fishing from the Lido Deck have been the highlight of the day. Everyone is hoping for an albacore strike after too much success with mahi-mahi. (Yes, there is such a thing as too much luck fishing: "Fish AGAIN?" But that's how it goes when you roll with Captain Brad "Fish Killer" Baker.) The race is about neck and neck and neck and neck for the lead in our summer reading derby, as books get devoured and passed around and devoured. Every once in a while the reading is interrupted for a little sail trimming or repair work. We nightly watch an episode or two of The Big Bang Theory (sitcom), and wish that Penny would just fall for Sheldon already. Following dinner is usually a movie. Yes, for these hard men of Capaz, who fear no fish (until the 4th night in a row) nor stormy sea, homesickness is the only true hardship, as we miss our loved ones at home. Your correspondent speaks at least for himself that it won't be a moment to soon to reacquaint with his wife, Meline, and 5 month old boy, Reef, when at last we find port, in approximately one week's time. The water and air temperatures continue their decline, making showering on the swim step a somewhat chilly affair, and chasing the fleece layers from the depths of stowage. Brad insists that turning around and going back to Hawai'i is, in fact, not an option. Randy, who will be starring this fall in the reality series, "Boat Chef on Stormy Seas" just re-entered the galley for his nightly role as Director of Cruise Cuisine. He volunteered early for this role, likely after sizing up the competition, and figuring out that he would rather cook dinner for four every night of the trip than eat anything that I might decide to "create" for a meal. So he is a smart man, as well as a good and diligent chef. To his credit, Brad has stepped in on several occasions and Harold and I are nothing if not mighty in the meal cleanup arena. While my thoughts certainly turn to home, this is a great journey and an amazing opportunity to cross this vast ocean that I have previously only flown over. It could hardly be more different than life at home, and only confirms and inspires my desire to undertake similar journeys on my own boat in the future. </p> <p>Aloha, Third Mate Dave</p> First Mate PJ Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02997275151048563363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1610359489161650538.post-91236494255195197362010-08-19T20:19:00.001-07:002010-08-19T21:03:16.898-07:00Day 9: Dolphin Day and Fixing StuffAugust 19, 2010 <br />17:09 HST (03:09 UTC August 20) <br />Lat: 40 26.8 North <br />Lon 145 45.3 West <br />Distance to go: 1072 nautical miles <p>Sorry for the late blog entry today. The afternoon was spent with Harold and I doing a repair to the mainsail:  one of the slides had broken off. The big repair though was to the gooseneck on the boom (where the boom attaches to the mast). One of the tabs that holds the gooseneck to the mast had broken off. We attached two L-brackets using some metal epoxy. This should work for the remainder of the trip, but I'll have to get the boom repaired and welded once back to Seattle.</p> <p>The other highlight was a large pod of Common Dolphins decided to come play with us. It was a big group that seemed to enjoy leaping out of the water and playing off our bow. They hung with us for about an hour. Very cool!</p> <p>We are still motor sailing, but should be just sailing tomorrow. The wind should increase as we move into the day after tomorrow(Saturday).  A low should pass in front of us moving from NE to SW. The GRIB weather files show winds up to 20 knots for us, so I suspect we will see winds into 30 knots at times. It will be downwind which is a good thing, but we wanted to make sure the main and the gooseneck were in good shape for the coming breeze. It will be nice to get some sailing in after all of this motoring. After the low passes us,  it looks like we will end up with another light patch before a NW breeze fills into to bring us home.</p> <p>The very preliminary and I stress preliminary ETA is sometime late on the 26th or more likely during the day on the 27. Lets see if it comes to pass.</p> <p>Capt. Brad signing off.</p> First Mate PJ Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02997275151048563363noreply@blogger.com0