Plan B: Onwards to Port McNeill
A pretty Seawind catamaran in Big Frypan Bay at 0700 this morning.
True Egg Island (as versus lying Egg Island???), just north of Cape Caution. Look at how flat the seas are! Yes, we picked a great weather window! I sure hope it holds.
And Cape Caution, itself. See the white lighthouse denoting the cape?
This is looking west across Queen Charlotte Sound towards Cape Scott and Secretary Point at the north end of Vancouver Island.
No matter how many or how frequently we see whales (almost every day), we never get tired of them. I altered course 20 degrees to starboard to give them room. I didn't want to mess-up their feeding.
Looking northwest out into the North Pacific. We had to dodge around a lot of floating timbe and other debris (flotsam and jetsam). It looked like a lumber sale out here.
Where did everything go? One minute it was clear and the next it was fogged in. If you look at the charts you can see that there should be land visible up there, but you can't see any land through the windows.
Secretary Point. This is the "Land's End" around Vancouver Island. This is the northernmost point of land. It happens to be on Hope Island which is just north of Cape Scott which is on Vancouver Island.
And my son, James, has a Cape named after him! How cool is that...
No sooner had we entered the protected waters of Bate Passage just south of Hope Island when it started to rain. Serious bucketloads of rain.
And the wind picked-up too. I consulted the forecast and wind directions for our intended anchorage in Bull Harbour (we were essentially at the mouth of the bay by this time). I elected to pull the plug on that destination, and we headed for the well protected anchorage/marina of Port McNeill, 35 miles to the south
We were rewarded with a lone male Orca sighting. In this photo, he is coming directly at us. I slowed down and veered to starboard to give him room. He went down and we never saw him again.
We were rewarded with a lone male Orca sighting. In this photo, he is coming directly at us. I slowed down and veered to starboard to give him room. He went down and we never saw him again.
The storm is building behind us. We are going as fast as we reasonably can and just keeping at the front edge of the rain. But it is clear-ish in front of us.
Sea mist, sea fog, sea smoke, whatever, etc. It just lays on top of the water. This happens when cold drier air moves over warmer water. To be clear, the air nor the water were very warm, but this must be just a matter of degrees...
This is Ledge Point at Port McNeill. We pulled in just as the rains hit. And they hit hard; it was like a Florida rainstorm, but much much colder. We were totally drenched by the time we got the dock lines and power connected.
We had planned to go out for pizza, but the torrential rain deterred us. So, Karen improvised.
Dinner was wonderful. Karen made Irish Stew. A super savory delightful dish that is just perfect for a cold, rainy evening.








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