Tuesday August 26 we have promised ourselves a day off and
perhaps a motor bike ride. The time is almost right to start south.
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| On The Road Again |
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| Chevy a Long Way from Oceanaire |
This is our last hurrah in this little piece of paradise as soon we
pass through the Yuculta Rapids we will be in the Desolation Sound.
We will leave the unbeaten path and arrive in the serine waters and
join the thousands of boaters who are cradled in her womb. Don’t get me wrong
when Penny and I first came here this was the edge planet forty years ago or
more and the anticipation of “the Good Lord can we do this?” is long past. This
is a perfect place to spend a family boating expedition and if you want to
expand your boating experience it is but forty miles away on the new edge of a
different experience of paradise.
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| Government Dock at Stuart Island |
Gone will be the seventy degrees of water of Pendrell Sound and for
the most part, whispering waters. It will be replaced with tidal bores, chilled
to the bone waters, fog, limited visibility, communication and Mr. Johnstone
Straits who can be very cordial or nasty as a she bear protecting her cubs.
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| Sonora Resort at Stuart |
WE
are headed for Squirrel Cove and at Stuart Island the Cell service is now five
bars and Pen attacks her blog site with a vengeance and manages to post a
number of days that we have dropped behind. We have not been on this earth
according to the people that reside in the south coast. Penny has to correlate
my drivel with her common sense and place pictures that are reverent to the
script. (I am allowed to touch the camera sometimes but I forget to take the lens cap
off.) I do the pecking but the maestro
has to put it together.
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| P/C Russ Curtis on Avanti II |
We
put the hook down in squirrel and Penny is still pounding on the computer and I
go down for my nap wake up and she is no further along in her blog when I
surface. Frustrating or what, there has to be a better way to do this. During
her work on the computer and my nap, P/C DCYC Russ Curtis slips into the bay
and anchors just of the bow. He is with
Peter that is piloting the “Avanti 11” around Desolation Sound with him as an
able bodied seaman.
As we have come in from the cold (no communication) we now have cell
24/7 and we can feel the weight of social obligations that we put there on our
shoulders. It’s not much, only another twenty pounds of foolishness. What we do
notice is how much warmer it is below the rapids and it must have been a real
scorcher in the Desolation in mid-summer when they were having a heat wave here
and no place to hide. We tour the bay and settle in for a quiet evening. There
is not even a fairy’s breath of wind to disturbed are sleep OR cool us down.
