We took two nice days to laze around Bull Harbor and Roller Bay recovering from our overnight sojourn. The rocks on Roller Bay’s long and steep beach are truly remarkable. Most are nearly spherical and they are graded by the energy of the Northwest Pacific winter storms into small pebbles near low tide and ranging up to small boulders in the exponentially steep ‘beach’ above the expansive bay. Within this gradation by size, the rocks are also collected into large (10m x 10m) sections of identical stones. Sometimes all 2 cm in diameter. Sometimes all flattened on both sides. And beyond the rocks were some lovely tidepools.
We left Port Hardy with the northwest wind still blowing and reached and ran across Queen Charlotte Strait returning to the BC coast a few miles south of where we had passed on our northward trip a month or so ago. We had planned to link up with Thomas who was returning from Ketchikan after finishing the R2AK, racing singlehanded some 600+ nautical miles from Port Townsend to Ketchikan, AK. Congrats, Thomas! But, Thomas, who had sailed back south to Port McNeil, some 10 nautical miles from Port Hardy, decided to leave the boat for a bit and bus back to Seattle so he could join in some family activities. Perhaps these will bring him and his daughter back up to Desolation and we may see him and our friends, Tom and Robin, after we join forces with Scott, Annie, Liam, Cora and Mazey (the wonder-dog) in a few days.
Over the next week we hopped from cove to cove in the Broughton Islands. On one hike to a waterfall we saw some pretty unusual shelf fungi growing on a douglas fir tree. Leslie used her b(air) horn to keep the bears far away!
Leslie had fun with the camera at Sullivan Bay marina where we stopped for an hour to buy fuel.
We have seen, and continue to see, lots of fish farms and clearcutting. (For more on the logging issues in B.C, we highly recommend reading “The Golden Spruce”.)
Then we motor-sailed all the way down Johnstone Strait and into the charming Octopus Islands (next to the northern end of Quadra Island). Finally, a long spinnaker run down Calm Channel and Lewis Channel brought us here to Squirrel Cove on the southeast edge of Cortes Island. This is the jumping off spot for Desolation Sound which was named by Vancouver when he became depressed by the cool and gray and strong currents with no northwest passage to England to be found.