Had no problem leaving this morning. The boat on our port side went out early and so did a couple of boats in front of us, so we had a straight shot, but I bet there were plenty of angry boaters who wanted to leave but couldn't, because they were boxed in.
Lovely, warm, calm day. Sky full of huge cumulus clouds. Motored leisurely north to Desolation Sound.
The Sound is every bit as beautiful as the travel brochures say. A myriad of wooded islands, sparkling water, magnificent towering mountains, some of them snow-capped--how fortunate we are to have the privilege of seeing this!
We were going to anchor in Laura Cove, but it was full of boats, so we anchored just outside Prideaux Haven, the marine park, which was also full of boats. This is where rich folks come to get away from it all. Most of them come in 80-foot million-dollar motor yachts, complete with washer, dryer, and hi-fi. Then there are the "po' folks" like us, who merely have a $150,000 sailboat, complete with microwave oven, TV, and VCR. Roughing it just isn't what it used to be!
We ran a line from the stern to a big log on the shore, so the boat wouldn't move around. Then we got in our Royaks and paddled around. This is an absolutely perfect place for Royaking. We feel as if we're on a huge lake high in the mountains instead of on an arm of the ocean. The woods are too thick to walk through. The air smells so good. The water is surprisingly warm. This is paradise!
We paddled all around Laura Cove and then back to the open sound. Roy returned to the Jofian, but I continued paddling. Went around Melanie Cove and Prideaux Haven. Heard a waterfall, but the trees were too thick to see it. Found a trail going into the woods and tried to walk up it, but it didn't go very far. Some people on a sailboat called me over. They wanted to see my "kayak", so I told them all about Royaks.
On my way back to the Jofian, I was surprised to see the Jofian coming towards me! It turned out the wind had come up, the anchor had slipped, and the Jofian had headed for the rocks. It's sure a good thing Roy was there. He managed to untie the stern line, start the engine, pull up the anchor, and steer away from danger, but he really had his hands full, running back and forth between the anchor winch and the helm. It's a shame I wasn't there to help.
We went into calm, peaceful Melanie Cove and anchored safely there.
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