Johnstone Strait
Sum It Up Sunday
the Discovery Islands
Adventures in Johnstone Strait
Sunday, November 30, 2014TheCambrians
This week brought a lot of changes – the biggest being that, after two months, we
separated with Salubrious. We’re
going to miss them, but it was time.
They needed to go into Port McNeill for provisions and we simple didn’t
have the heart to return to the place where we said good-bye to our Sally. Not now. Maybe not ever. So we continued south with one thought on our
minds – making miles. And that’s exactly
what we did.
Sunday morning started off
slow as we motored down Queen Charlotte Strait in the fog and mist. There were logs and kelp patches everywhere,
and it was a challenge to avoid hitting the debris in the poor visibility – in
fact, we may have nicked a log or two. But
things picked up by the afternoon and we went screaming down Blackfish sound at
9 to 9.5 knots. Screaming is a relative
term, though, because a little later we found ourselves motoring at a whopping
12.2 in Blackney Passage before hitting a wall and dropping down to 5.5. We made it all the way down to Port Neville –
58 miles, not a bad day’s work – before the tide turned and we ran out of
steam. Currents are amazing things!
The forecast for Monday called
for a ridge of high pressure to pass over Vancouver Island with gale-force northwest winds ahead of the
front. Johnstone Strait was looking at 20 knots increasing to 30 late in the morning. It looked much better for Tuesday but, after
a horrible night’s sleep, I really wanted to get out of Port Neville (never
good reason to leave) so I deferred to David.
We decided to give it another day . . . and then changed our minds 30
minutes later.
In hindsight, we should have
waited. We had a fantastic run down Johnstone Strait , reaching over 12 knots through Race Passage, but had our hands full
with a spring tide, strong winds, rough seas, major currents and debris. The weather was from behind us but, had we
waited until Tuesday, we probably could have put a sail out and had a more
relaxed ride down the strait. But we
were anxious to put the miles behind us, so we did. And by early Monday evening, we were tucked
inside the Discovery Islands at one of our favourite anchorages – Octopus Islands Marine Park .
We spent four really nice nights anchored in
Octopus Islands enjoying the sunshine and paddling around in the kayaks
watching the raccoons feed at low tide and finally making a visit to the
kayakers’ cabin where passing boats leave their mark behind, most in a very
artistic way. I hiked up to Newton Lake a couple of times for a quick swim while David stayed on the boat and
tended to some maintenance (he doesn’t like to hike). The water was really cold, but refreshing and
I managed to have the lake to myself both times. I also managed to put a hole in David’s kayak
when I snagged it on a crusty rock. We
love the inflatables, but they definitely have their shortcomings!
As much as we enjoyed our time
in Octopus, we were running low on fresh provisions so we made the trip down to
Rebecca Spit Marine Park on Friday. And with nowhere to
go and nothing to do, we dropped anchor, pulled out the Air Chair and called it
a week.