18 Aug 22

After a bit of star-gazing late last night, we slept in until 08:00, when we awoke to another beautiful, cloudless, calm day. After breakfast, we lazed around the cockpit, reading and catching up on mail using the 1 or 2 bars of cell service available. About 10:00, John went for a row around the cove, so Laurie decided to go for a cruise on her paddle board. John got back just in time for our scheduled departure (timed to catch the last of the ebb and to permit fishing on 1 hour either side of LW slack - when the fish are alleged to be biting), but Laurie was nowhere to be seen. John sounded the “return to ship” signal on his air horn, but nothing. Finally, just before 12:00, we got going and went out to look for Laurie; she was found on the other side of Smith Cove, about a mile away, still headed away from Julian Cove - she just lost track of the time. After she was recovered, we carried on to Koprino Harbour, where we anchored in the East Cove just before 15:00. Massilia was another half hour catching up, so, while we were waiting, I did a quick reconnoitre by dinghy of the huge estuary of the Koprino River. When they were rafted alongside, Terri and I went for a longer row, for a ways up the river, although it got shallow and a tree blocked our way, and then into the adjacent lagoon, which gets completely cut off from seawater at LW; I found a nice big float on the beach under a tree. The stars at night were big and bright.

50-30.044’N, 127-50.516’W; Log = 11.5, Sum (2022) = 661.9 N-m; Eng. hrs = 2.9, Sum = 3012.0

19 Aug 22

After a very quiet night, we awoke about 08:15 to a calm, overcast day; a pleasant change from the blistering hot weather we have been experiencing the last few days.  Laurie went out for an early morning row and a play to get enough cell service to remotely join her exercise class. I tightened the drive belt on the engine (yesterday, we had a couple of intermittent, short-duration alarms that the batteries were not charging while the engine is running; hopefully this will cure the problem). After lunch, we rowed over to the midden beach and did a bit of beach-combing; this is Indian Reserve and was obviously either a village or summer-camp location for many, many years. We found a few shards of sea-glass and a few bits of glazed pottery. Afterward, Terri and I rowed back over to the landlocked East Cove, where we saw millions of jelly fish; no idea what they were doing there. And then it was back to the boat for Captains Hour and dinner. After dinner, the wind got up a bit from the SW, but the sky was clear, so we suspect it was an inflow wind. In any event, we were snug in our anchorage in the lee of an island.