Friday, December 20, 2024
We DID enjoy a more peaceful night, slept a little later than usual, and slipped our mooring line out of the buoy’s ring near Braesail’s bow at about 11:30 on a soft, mild morning. The two-hour motoring journey from Galiano Island, along Penelakut Island, and to Telegraph Harbour on Thetis Island took us through some patches of gusty wind, a few light showers, and more floating bits of wood, and past heavily forested island shores and steep cliffs, the faces of some of which, displaying splotches of black, white, yellow, and rusty-tan, looked like giant abstract paintings framed in bushy deep-green.
By the time we reached the guest dock at Telegraph Harbour, rain had returned, and we found that the dock was floating far below Braesail’s deck and was quite slippery, making my exit from the boat to handle the mooring lines a little scary. By about 2 pm, we were tied up safely; Walt checked us in at the marina office and paid for two nights of mooring, and, being rather tired (as he is a good bit of the time these days), he then went off to nap while I made myself “afternoon tea” and worked on this blog post.
As Walt was waking from his nap at about 4 pm, I left the boat and took a lovely walk along the docks, onto the shore near a small picnic shelter, down the boardwalk in front of a restaurant/pub, up a hill toward the beginnings of some forest trails, and back to Braesail as the sun set and the drizzles that had greeted me as I left the boat and then thinned away began to reappear. I saw three seals come swimming in (on a quiet day in the evening!), sleeking through the water near the end of our dock, which was decorated with a number of empty clam and crab shells discarded by seabirds following their meals.
Back on the boat, we enjoyed a supper of smoked salmon, capers, and cream cheese on rye crisp, watched some videos, checked weather forecasts, and wandered off to bed.
Braesail - A grand yacht in the Salish Sea 