One the most enjoyable experiences we get from sailing is the other people we meet on the water. In May and June as we head north, many other sailors from all over the world are making their way to Alaska, circumnavigating Vancouver Island or exploring the vast inlets along the Northwest Pacific Coastline.
There are many unique marinas in out of the way places where we hop scotch with other boats headed in the same direction. Port Harvey is a favourite destination along Johnstone Strait. George and Gail offer the BEST HOMEMADE PIZZA and deliver it to your boat!! The first time we landed in the moorage was cheaper than the pizza! (another bonus for sailing in the shoulder season)
TanyK was there to greet us, after first anchoring along with them in Thurston Bay at the end of Discovery Passage and meeting them again later at Port McNeill. Paul Gunn and his first mate Tany from Washington State came aboard and happy hour stories commenced. Later on in the evening a very sleek, perhaps 70 foot, “Moody” sailboat landed in from Bloody Bay in the UK. WOW, the mast towered over the Bay and appeared taller than the trees on the surrounding hillsides.
In the morning the crew on Kerzad were enjoying their morning coffees while watching the hummingbirds fight over their feeder hanging from their halyard. The young handsome Brits were searching for cell phone signals at the end of the dock and I imagined the adventures they were on on their amazing boat. www.moodyboats.com
After another peaceful night at the dock we bid farewell to Port Harvey for Alert Bay to meet more boaters in other lives along the highway to the world.
Thanks for joining us in PORT HARVEY!!
The day held us in wonder of the surroundings in Walsh Cove Marine Park in Desolation Sound.
Oyster Catchers enthusiastically protested our intrusion. We anchored between Gorge Islets and West Redonda Island in 20 feet of water, to find ourselves in heaven on earth. The run off from the surrounding mountains turn the cold ocean a deep emerald green on the shallows.
Exploring the islets, picking oysters and soaking our feet in the warm(ish) salt water took us to that time of day where the sun lowers itself onto the tips of the mountains, the wind softens to a gentle breeze, and peaceful shadows crawl across the water, calming the waves into glassy ripples.
Back on Omoo for happy hour and a spectacular thunder and lightning storm, a sudden shift of wind and THUNK, keel meets mother earth!! Up comes the anchor and out we motor, in goes the anchor in 60 feet. The storm passed, everything returned to calm, and the night was as quiet as a deserted planet.
In the morning while checking our crab trap we dingyed closer to the cliffs above and started spotting red marking above the tide line. The petroglyphs faced the cove in different directions, somewhat sheltered from the elements. We found four out of six which according to the guide books, were first recorded by the explorers of the area in 1911. It’s fascinating to see these images that take you back in time to a place where this was home to the Salish with an abundant source of food and shelter.
Thank you Skipper of Omoo for a wonderful way to explore this special place.
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