We awoke Thursday morning to a bit of a surprise in the harbor.
That you don’t see everyday.
Remember how I mentioned that anchoring at high tide was a bad idea? Well, case + point. The inlet had a very large shoal that came surprisingly far out from shore (apparently further than they expected as well). Over the next few hours, the tide came back in and the boat slowly righted itself. By high tide, they were floating and made their way out of the inlet.
After breakfast, we listened to the weather report and decided the NW gale winds were enough of a reason to just stay put for the day. The inlet was beautiful and there were some hiking trails on shore we wanted to explore. So we fired up the dinghy and headed out.
Verney Falls were in full roar as it was low tide. The photography was good, but the bugs were bad.
We decided to take the “short hike” up to a second set of waterfalls about 0.5 mile away. However, this turned out to be no simple walk in the woods.
Bush-wack city.
As we neared the falls, the Captain took a bit of spill but kept on trucking.
Red Badge of Courage.
We hung out at the 2nd falls until the bugs became too much, then headed back to the boat. The rest of the afternoon was spent relaxing/napping/reading/etc. All the other boats had departed, so we had the inlet ourselves. I took advantage of this situation to play some guitar on the aft deck chair (no one to bother...expect the Captain and Nick I suppose). Scenic as heck. If only my guitar skills could have adequately represented it.
We decided on an early start the next day. The winds were supposed to switch around to southerly and we wanted to catch the early flood tide for some added speed. Our plan was to push all the way to Prince Rupert, around 64 1/2 miles away. That may not seem like that far, but at 5 miles per hour, it’s a different story.
In great spirits
Dinner. Cribbage. Reading. Bed. Sleep.
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