Another (intentional) late start today to let the opposing current mellow out a bit before we breast into it. A short day, 25-ish miles, but we still don't want to push into a current that might cut our speed and half, wasting fuel.
The course chosen by the skipper took us through the northernmost of the the U.S. San Juan islands up a scenic channel, finally ending up at Bedwell Harbour where we checked into Canada. Strangely, they didn't really seem all that interested in our passport information or anything official like that, but c'est la vie. They're the experts on this stuff.
Most of the day was motoring along on the autopilot. Rod prefers to use the heading hold mode of it rather than the course following option. In some ways I suppose it would be easy to become complacent and just let "George" do all the work, lowering the guard and watchfulness.
After we checked in, we motored away from the customs dock to a little nook that Rod uses every time he comes this way and we anchored. It was a warm day, perhaps the warmest we will get this weekend, so I decided to be brave and take my obligatory/traditional plunge by jumping off the bow of the ship. I knew once I said it that I was not going to be happy with this decision, but a commitment is a commitment so in I went and HOLY SWEET BABY JESUS IT'S COLD! It took an effort not to gasp since my head was underwater from the jump in, and it seemed to take forever to reach the surface where I could gasp and complain and kvetch and then make my way as fast as I could to the stern-mounted swim ladder without putting my face back in the water.
I've never climbed a swim ladder so fast.
I had staged my towel to be waiting for me right there, but as I'm standing on the swim step, I realize that it's actually quite comfortable. The sun's heat and the water's chill had somehow found a happy medium, so I stood there, dripping, and enjoying both.
Tonight was a two-cook effort with Rod and Tina doing the cooking. Walnut chicken, which looked and tasted very similar to the chicken dish last night, but we wanted to cook the raw chicken and, honestly, both nights were delicious. We've now accumulated enough left overs to make tomorrow's meal a left-overs meal.
Rod and Tina went ashore and I elected to stay on the boat, as is often my wont. While they did a bit of hiking, I did some programming, some writing, and was just considering doing reading when they returned. Tonight is blog writing (obviously) and then probably some more reading before turning in. I'm sure tomorrow is another late start of a day, though I'm not entirely sure, nor what the destination actually is.
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