Once again we’re up early, hoping for smooth water. Fortunately, the fog is gone this morning. It’s low tide when we pull the anchor and head out toward the narrow, shallow opening to the lagoon. The chart and tide tables indicate that we should have 6.7 feet of water under us — not a lot, but adequate, since we only draw 42 inches. About halfway through the narrow spot we heard a big THUNK. Uh, oh. Al immediately throttled back and put the engines in neutral, and we coasted through the narrows. As soon as Al put the engines back in gear we knew we had a problem. Vibration. The starboard prop vibrated badly at anything over about 1000 rpms.
Now, we had to make a decision about when we wanted to haul out to replace the props. Luckily, we had a spare set of props onboard. After talking it over, we decided to continue on to Cameron Cove, before heading back toward Shearwater where they have haul-out facilities. Unfortunately, this means we won’t be going to Laredo Inlet this year, since that would be way out of our way now. Oh, well, there’s always next year.
We had smooth water all the way to Cameron. We hadn’t been anchored 30 minutes when I spotted this bear walking along the shore. When the bear spotted some tasty looking grass on the other side of the cove, rather than walk all the way around the shoreline, the bear decided to take a shortcut and get cooled off at the same time.




Shortly after breakfast, we had a nice surprise, when our friends, Andy and Susie, on “Blue Heron”, came by the boat. We hadn’t seen them in several years. They were staying in the next cove over and were on their way out fishing. We invited them over for wine when they got back from fishing.
A small boat anchored just ahead of us this afternoon. It turned out to be our friend, Marvin Robinson, from Hartley Bay. He was here to guide a group on a hike up the river tomorrow morning, looking for Kermode bears and wolves. One of the members of the group was Ian McAllister, renowned a National Geographic photographer who has written excellent books on Kermode bears, grizzlies and wolves. They’ll be staying in a tiny cabin on the beach owned by the First Nation people of Hartley Bay.
At high tide, I suited up and headed for Barnard Creek looking for photo ops.

Marvin pointed out the huge landslide that happened a few days after we left here last year. The slide, which started at least 1000 feet up the mountain, has completely filled in one of the tributaries of the creek, where I had been paddling last year. (Cheated death again.)

I watched this eagle catch a fish and head for a nearby tree, where he could enjoy his breakfast.








