What a great long sleep I had last night! Awakened at 7:20 to a calm and misty morning with eagles calling out. We are invited over to the ‘mothership’….the 40 ft Beneteau that Cap’n John V. calls home…would we like an espresso? We have a tour of his boat and share a few stories over our delicious coffees. Time to press on…
We had been thinking about going for a walk along the trail to Squirrel Cove (on the other side of Cortes), but with the inclement weather we decide to motor on in search of adventure!
It is certainly not very busy with boats up here in Calm Channel, which is living up to its name today! However we do spot a large vessel heading our way….the Pacific Yellowfin, a luxury cruise yacht, coming out of Bute Inlet. Up ahead we decide to pull in to Church House, a historic village of the Homalco First Nations people. We had been here in our previous sailing life and wanted to check in on any new developments. It appears that old church is completely gone, and although we make it ashore, there are no trails through the thick blackberries. We fill up our water jugs with some refreshing spring water and wander on the beach finding lots of colored glass. When we get back to the boat, it is time to move on as we need to catch the slack tide to go through ‘Hole in the Wall’.
The rugged mountainous landscape is eerily beautiful as the low clouds move in and out of the cliffs and valleys…and although it is cool and drizzling, we are pretty comfy with our puffy jackets and rain gear. The trip through Hole in the Wall, a narrow cleft in the steep rocky terrain between Maurelle and Sonora Islands, and is as lovely as I remember it. We arrive at ‘the narrows’ right on time to catch the ‘slack tide’ and head over to Bodega Bay and we are now at the north end of Quadra Island. We make our way through a narrow Channel which opens out into Waitt Bay and Octopus Islands Marine Park as I stand up on the bow and observe many schools of small silver needlefish skipping along the surface. There are a few boats already anchored but lots of room for many more…we motor through the on-off drizzle and find a small bay to drop anchor amongst the loons, mergansers and eagles.
While I prepare our dinner, we watch a hungry eagle struggling on the shore with a very large salmon (looks as big as him!). What a show! The salmon is still flopping around on the rocks as if trying to get back into the water, but he is no match for the sharp talons and beak of the eagle who finally manages to get some dinner.
After our dinner, music and dancing and HOT SHOWERS (sheer luxury!!!!) we finally hit the sack…it’s 11 pm and just getting dark….love these long days!