Always great to be back in B.C., land of beautiful scenery and friendly people. Here's a view of Mt. Baker you don't really get in the US, at least on land anyway.
We cleared off the charming little village of Bedwell Harbour. When you are all set like we are, with a federally registered boat and Nexus cards for the captain and passenger(s), it is such a simple process. (Say "process" with a long "o" with me now.)
The friendly officer answers the line, asks me for my boat documentation number, which I provide. She says "Is this Robert?" "Yes." "Is Debra aboard?" "Yes." Then asks me if we have any of the banned items to which we reply that we just have a small amount of alcohol on board. "Welcome to Canada, here is your clearance number."
I fly the Canadian flag on our burgee strut and we are good to go, eh?
Okay, not asking any questions here.
Arriving in one of our favorite Gulf Island anchorages, Madrona Bay (which is aside the very busy town/marina of Ganges), we select a spot and anchor perfectly. It's great to be feeling more and more confident about placing the boat exactly where we want to end up.
Then there is this scene. It has officially been "weird water week" with numerous boats near us running aground or sinking.
When we were about 5-6 miles north of the Hood Canal entrance we heard the CG discussing a sinking 65 foot vessel in the Hood Canal. Evidently this boat is also moored in Bainbridge's Eagle Harbor. Everyone got off okay.
About the time we were having dinner they were finally able to tow this one away.
Before dinner I was very energized and washed all the salt from the hull, railings, windows, etc. Feels great to be so active again. Just gonna watch those pounds melt off, right? Even Deb got into the act and scrubbed the teak cockpit.
We had our cocktails and dinner surrounded by the kind of scenery you can only enjoy as a boater. Tomorrow we will take it a bit easier and do some Sunshine Coast/Desolation planning.