Last night was lousy with mosquitoes. Definitely cross Thunder Bay off the list of places I want to go back to. Before sun down Rod and I commented that it looked like rain but didn't feel like it was going to rain. This morning it was raining when my alarm went off. Ok, not really raining so much as sprinkling, and it stopped before we got on deck to pull up anchor and head out.
As we started north along the Georgia Strait, there was a sheet of ominous gray cloud, the kind that feels like it's pressing down upon you. However, as we moved north we could see it getting thinner and thinner, always north of us.
The trip was pretty uneventful. A little choppy, but nothing really to mention (except that I just did!). We traveled outside of some islands and inside of some others before heading across the mouth of the Melaspina over to Cortes bay. The entrance is a narrow restriction between shore and a mini-lighthouse. Once we were inside, though, it opens up a bit and we're smack in the middle of it.
A Kenmore Air seaplane did a stealth landing. Stealth in that neither Rod nor I heard it approach until it revved up its engine for a final bit of water taxiing. It picked up some passengers before heading off again.
This time, my traditional plunge into the water was a cannonball at the request of Rod. I guess he filmed it. I basically leaped off the bow and cannonballed then swam the length of the boat to hang out a bit. My impression? Uncomfortable, but not frigid.
Tonight is going to be butternut squash risotto, which should be interesting. Squash is not my favourite thing, but everything tastes better on a boat, right? I'll let you know.
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