10 Sep 21

We got up early to be on the road to Princess Louisa Inlet (PLI) and were away from the dock by 7:15. The weather was cool, with a low overcast and very little wind. About half way up Agamemnon Channel, I worked out that, with “c’est le bon’s” greater speed, we had time for a brief detour to Egmont to collect fresh cinnamon buns from the Skookumchuck Bakery. We tird up at the Backeddy Marina at 09:22, and I made a forced march to the bakery and back. We pulled away from the dock at 10:22 and were back on our way; “Massilia” was by now 5.5 miles ahead of us. About halfway along the Prince of Wales Reach, the wind sprung up behind us and was soon up to 17 knots, so we unfurled the jib and shut down the engine. By the time we turned into Princess Royal Reach, we were getting gusts up to 23 kn and were flying along at 6.2 kn. However, we needed to pick up speed to make it to Malibu Rapids in time for LW slack. Malibu Rapids was conquered at 14:55, without incident, and we motored into Princess Louisa Inlet all the way to the park dock, where we tied up at 15:40. After dinner, we had a singalong, with several of our dock neighbors joining in and making requests. 

50-12.250’N, 123-46.143’W; Log = 46.1, Sum (2021) = 690.8; Eng hrs = 6.8, Sum = 2854.7

11 Sep 21

Twenty years since that dark day in US history; long may we remember. It was cold and rainy when we got up and stayed that way most of the day, so we hunkered down on the boat pretty much all day, with only a couple of short excursions down the dock. We had another singalong after dinner. 

12 Sep 21

Another day in paradise. It rained most of the night, it seemed. Certainly, the dinghy had about 25 gallons of water in it when we finally got up and moving around at 09:00. We spent most of the morning reading and watching clouds slowly dissipate. I did take a few minutes to repair the lower sill of the engine compartment. When the clouds cleared off, all of the beauty of PLI was revealed. Then I walked up and took a few photos of Chatterbox Falls. After lunch, the Admirals went for a long row, John worked on his dinghy and I read and practiced guitar. We had lukewarm solar showers, then Captains Hour and dinner, while enjoying a lovely sunset. While we were having a singalong in our cockpit, I saw a small field-mouse out of the corner of my eye as he crept out onto the cockpit sole from between two lockers. This caused a bit of excitement and no small amount of consternation on the part of the Admirals. We chased him round the cockpit for a few seconds until he disappeared out the back onto the transom. We could not find him again and concluded he had either jumped over the side and swum for it (good) or jumped into the back of the port lazarette via the vent ports (very bad). As there was nothing else we could do, we retired for the night.