2 Aug 18

It was cold enough last night when we went to be that we had to put the duvet back on. After that, we slept like logs and did not stir until after 08:00. It was overcast and cool with little wind in the morning and that trend carried on throughout the day. There is apparently a system moving through the area as it is forecast to rain a bit tomorrow.   We motored out of Cove “M” on Numas Island and headed for Blunden Harbour. Along the way, “Massilia” decided to sail, even though the wind was only 6 or 7 knots and on the nose. We diverted slightly to cruise through the Raynor Group; there are several nice anchorages in there that are worth a subsequent visit. Blunden Harbour was achieved and we had the hook set by 13:15. I immediately set to work on the main sail furling system replacement while the Admiral prepared a most excellent lunch of ham and cheese toasty. After dropping the main, I removed the old furling coil and installed the replacement one (which is used, but in much better shape than my old one), all without too much difficulty, then hoisted the mainsail again, furled it and tidied up. The whole job took about 3 hours from start to finish. And then it was time for happy hour. Lamb chops for dinner. Blunden Harbour is a lovely little, bullet proof anchorage. We apparently stopped in here on our way back from the Queen Charlottes in 2000, although I frankly have no memory of it.  

50-54.458’N, 127-17.360’W; Log = 11.8, Sum (2018) = 485.7 N-m

3 Aug 18

We were lazy this morning and, having nowhere to go and nothing in particular to do, did not get out of bed until 09:00. After breakfast, I tidied up a bit after yesterday’s maintenance work and then decided to apply another coat of Le Tonkinois to the toe-rails. By the time I finished this chore and had a bite of lunch, the Admiral and I decided to row over to the dinghy dock on the north side of the harbour and go for a stroll on the beach. This is an old First Nations village site with a very large midden just back of the beach. There is nothing left of the village but a couple of large wooden planks, although the midden is quite obvious. We started to go up what appeared to be a narrow trail back of the beach, but there was a memorial to Schooner, who, aged nine, gave her life to protect her owners; presumably a dog, Schooner was killed on that spot by a mountain lion in the summer of 2010. We decided to stay on the beach. We got back to the boat in time for happy hour and it started to spit just a bit, but the rain never amounted to anything.