When we left the marina we had a couple of options for where we were anchoring for the night depending on how far we got. We’ve learnt no matter how much we study the tide and current tables, we still seem to get caught out with something unexpected.
The ketch we saw from the previous anchorage must have arrived sometime during our two night stop and was anchored outside the marina harbour. It was a slow journey for them back to Seattle with only sails and an outboard engine.
The traffic in the water was fairly heavy, with ferries going every which way. We kept close to the shore to stay out of the way, and also look at the water front homes that are always interesting. I don’t think they are the nice shapes and colour of the Alaskan houses, but there were still some beautiful ones.
There were also some interesting boat houses. This one looked purpose built for their boat. Keeps the snow off during the long winter months.
On the other side of the channel, whales were passing, travelling in the opposite direction. How lovely to have that view while sitting on your front verandah!
It was a moody atmosphere as we progressed down the channel. And we saw the source of some of the pesky logs. A tug on the far side was travelling at about 1.5kn and towing an enormous pile of logs. The photo below shows the tug with its long line rope and the beginning of the log pile.
This photo shows where the tie line joins the logs. I couldn’t fit all of them in my photo it was so big.
Our views throughout the day were stunning.
Here’s another seagull sitting on yet another log between us and Orpao.
With the sun setting we approached Mary Island, our anchorage for the evening. Looking back the view was lovely.
And looking forward it was just logs, logs and more logs! Surely there are enough escaped logs to make it worthwhile for someone to salvage?
Still logs aside, such a lovely piece of cruising ground.
The anchorage was small but for a calm night just fine. We were happy where we were anchored but Orpao tucked in even further and were anchored amongst the kelp.
The island had one very basic resident cabin with a mouldy boat out the front. The yacht at anchor seemed in a bit better condition. But whatever, they have their piece of paradise!
Run to Paradise 