Day 7-9

So the Captain headed back to Vancouver on Sunday morning, leaving Nick, Gerry and myself in Port McNeill.  The boat is tied up at the government docks, leaving us with such glamorous amenities as shore-power and wireless internet (oooooooooooooo!!).

Gerry has some relatives living in Port McNeill, so we met up with Chuck and Bev on Sunday afternoon.  We headed over to Telegraph Cove, which is a bit of a tourist-trap type hotspot with a bunch of whale watching/related things. 

On the way we drove past the Beaver Cove dryland log sort.  As soon as I mentioned that I was in forestry, they almost insisted that we stop so I could take some pictures of the yard.  So here they are:
 

One neat part about this sort is the length of time that it's been here.  I'm currently reading a book about logging on the BC coast back in the 1950s, and the author mentioned working in camps located just a few miles from this sort.  That's pretty interesting if you ask me.

Telegraph Cove was pretty neat.  There was a small whale/ocean creature museum with a lot of bones in it.  Most of the stores/restaurant/tourist stuff was still closed as this is apparently still ‘early season.’  The entire place had a kind of Niagara Falls type feel to it, which you can interpret as you like.

Some guy walking by gave me a really strange look when he saw me taking this photograph.

After leaving Telegraph Cove, we headed back towards the log sort, where Chuck and Bev’s daughter and son-in-law had a float house.  The son-in-law has worked at the sort for around 18 years and has some kind of agreement with the forman to let them tie up the float house just next to the yard.  It’s quite an awesome little place (all hand built with salvaged logs/timber).

While there, a neighbor of there’s motored up after coming back from prawning.  In return for allowing them to clean their catch there on the dock, they gave us a bunch of prawns to have for lunch.  Just about the freshest prawns I’ve ever had.  Awesome.

This little guy (Chuck/Bev's great-grandson) was a freakin' prawn cleaning machine.

Sticking with my ‘dogs in the blog’ rule, here is Chuck/Bev’s dog.  Little bottle of energy.

Gerry headed back to Vancouver on Monday morning, so it’s just Nick and me hanging out on the boat since.  We’ve kept ourselves occupied with little projects around the boat.

Replacing a fuel filter in the engine room.

I finally hauled out my guitar the other night and Nick has been working on his sailing-making-skills sewing together a ditty bag.