Nothing much on Wednesday and a beautiful journey on Thursday

Our journey from Pruth Bay (bottom left) past Namu to Kisameet Bay (upper right)

The anticipated wind did not arrive during Tuesday night, and there were some gusts throughout the day, but the skies remained sullen and drippy in Pruth Bay during most of Wednesday. We again spent most of our time relaxing, reading, and dealing with email and blog post writing. The skies grew a bit brighter as evening deepened, and Walt and I shared Evening Prayer for the Eve of the Feast of the Ascension of our Lord Jesus Christ, after which I lost at backgammon (dice hate me!) and we read cruising guides.

Sunshine greeted us on Thursday morning (May 26), and I gave thanks for the Feast of the Ascension (I love contemplating the fact that human nature, via Christ’s resurrection and return to God’s glorious majesty, is now united with the Godhead in the Heavenly dimensions!), for seven weeks of safe travel, and for the sunlight after the previous days’ gloom. By mid-morning, we were motoring away from the landing area of the Hakai Beach Institute and heading back to Fitz Hugh Sound with Kisameet Cove (might one meet someone there whom they’d like to kiss?) in Kisameet Bay on the east side of Fisher Channel as our goal for the day. The journey presented increasingly spectacular views of the surrounding mountains as we motored.

Entering Ward Channel on our way to Kisameet Bay and Cove
A little further along in Ward Channel

The highlight of the trip for me was watching the surf generated by the ocean swells in Hakai Passage race to and fro around the bottoms of the shoreline rocks, meet their wavy friends and try to assist them as they attempt to leap up onto the boulders’ tops, and finally fail and fall back with foamy splashes into the sea, leaving lacy fountains of spray to play among the crevices. Unfortunately, the boat was bouncing and swaying a bit too much to allow for decent photography!

We motored around the deeply depressing area near the derelict, decaying salmon cannery at what was once the busy village of Namu, and I took photos of the heart-breaking devastation that has been left there since the cannery closed and everyone left some 40 years ago because over-fishing had destroyed the resource. Walt will write about this and include photos in a future blog post.

One of the many scenes of horrible ruin at Namu caused by heedless greed

Along with two other boats, we found secure anchorage in Kisameet Cove in mid-afternoon, dropping our hook near some gurgling rapids trying to hide behind a row of rocks. We now have a lovely view of Fisher Channel through “windows” between the surrounding islands.

I managed to remove most of the sticky mud from the anchor cradle in Braesail’s bow using our deck brush, but when I was reaching over the life line and rinsing it in the sea, it slipped out of my hand and into “the drink”! Fortunately, it floats, and Walt and I managed to retrieve it with the help of our boat hook–whew!

It wasn’t long before the clouds that had been assembling all day opened their faucets wide and allowed their contents to dowse our cove until about 9 pm, turning the surface of the water to rippled silver in the twilight. It’s now time for Evening Prayer; will we have a drier day tomorrow for our trip to Ocean Falls about 25 miles away?

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