Just got back from three weeks up in British Columbia waters. We met up with "Faster" and his better half in Plumper Cove on July 4th. "Faster" has friends everywhere, including a friend with a dock in the area, so we got to tie up and act like big shots drinking our beers at a dock table with an umbrella. I burned some salmon on the BBQ to go with the great salad Mrs. Faster made.
We met up with "Bilgewater" in Roscoe Bay. "Bilgewater" makes wine and we helped him get rid of a bunch of it. He pinged our DSC radio and got a fix on our location, although it is no secret that we spend most of our time up in Roscoe Bay. I burned some beef on the BBQ to go with a great vegetable dish that "Bilgewater" put together. (Anyone getting a feel for my BBQing abilities yet?)
JRD22 and his better half also found us in Roscoe Bay.
I put the rig on the sailing dink. Here is JRD22 and his other half sailing by Bilgewater's boat.
My son and I went for a dive just outside Roscoe Bay. Here is a crab we found in some deep water. We put it back after the picture was taken, but I was curious if anyone knew what kind of a critter it was.
When we dropped the kids off in Lund, we rafted up to Bilgewater's boat for the night. He told us earlier how a crappy sailboat had rafted up to him and used his sheets as mooring lines. I left him a note and this picture as proof that he had another crappy boat tied to him, but we used out own mooring lines.
So on our way down Malaspina, the engine starts getting a little warm. Decide to check the impellers on the fresh water pump. Two of the six vanes were left. Changed it out and then had to take the thermostat housing apart to locate the missing vanes.
Isn't the definition of cruising "fixing you boat in remote and beautiful places"?
Gotta go back to work Monday to fund next year's cruise.