The run down Nodales Channel and out Johnstone Strait was easy. I even got the mainsail up for a nice push. I had planned to stop at Billygoat Bay in Helmckens Island, but it was such a fine run I kept going to the bay at Tuna Point, where John said they were headed for the night. They had continued on however to Port Harvey, some 12 miles further. I talked to him later on VHF. We agreed to meet at Alert Bay, where it was to be dinner out on me this time.
50 miles - 8.5 hours - Heavy rain
Saturday, June 5 - I awoke at midnight to howling wind and a lot of motion, it was pitch black outside and the howling grew. By 1:30 am my spotlight showed I was engulfed in whitecaps with wind waves up to deck level. Gale force winds were coming from the west, not the south as forecast, and I was completely exposed to them. I was definitely dragging to the east. The depth sounder showed 20 feet instead of the 30 feet I had anchored in. As near as I could tell from the rock wall, I had stopped dragging, however, so I decided to wait and watch. By 3 am, the wind slackened, and I was able to doze off a few times, but it was a terrifying experience and I felt quite shaken in the morning. At daylight, I found myself 50 yards further to the east than I had been at dusk. Hauling up the anchor at 7 am, a football sized rock came up in the flukes. This was to be my last night with the Danforth anchor for the trip.
I stopped at the information office on the way back through town and found that the museum closed at 5 pm so I first went on to see the 'Namgis Burial Grounds and then the museum. This is the U'Mista Cultural Center. The most interesting part of the Center's collection were the repatriated artifacts which had been confiscated from the Village Island Potlatch in 1921. Many of the remaining artifacts are still in other musuems and private collections, so the repatriation is still ongoing. There is also a fine collection of present day Kwakwaka'wakw artwork in the gift shop.
Then I was off to find a shower. I opted to pay $5 for a shower at the hotel rather than $2 at the campground up the hill, thinking it would be better. I had plenty of hot water this time but it was a closet affair with no hooks for clothes or sink to shave. After dinner with John and Barbara, I got ice just as the store was closing, but I missed out again on getting groceries. I spent the last of the daylight shackling on the new CQR anchor and figuring how to lash it to the roller and pulpit so it would stay put in rough seas. I had no luck in trying to figure out what was causing the problem with the buzzer, and by then it was nearing midnight and I was cold and exhausted.
35 miles - 8 hours - hard rain and cold - slept with long johns on for the first
time.
I spent the whole time fretting over the engine problem and worring about how well the CQR would ride on the bow and if I would be able to get it lashed down and unlashed in time to keep from drifting into things. I had not gotten over that night of dragging anchor at Tuna Point yet and I also had not caught up on my sleep.