WhimSea's Log

We're off to the next anchorage having left the idyllic Hay Bay behind us. The wind, what little there is, is on our nose. Once we get into the open water, we'll both get in a shower and we'll feel much better, I'm sure.

We traveled the bay and both did get in a shower. I was right, I felt great. We made our way around the tip of the island with very little help from the sails since the wind was contrary, vague and undecided.

After rounding Blake Point, we went past a number of small islands and islets to enter into Five Finger Bay where we elected to stay for the evening. We had decided to anchor in an unnamed bay closer inland then Stockly Bay. It was certainly narrower then we typically anchor in, but the anchor was well set in a bed of mud (based on Troy's sounding lead) and eventually we became comfortable with the narrowness.

The anchorage was beautiful. Little islands and islets all around, loons, mergansers, all sorts of waterfowl. Not another boat in sight.

I pulled out my drawing supplies and spent some time with charcoal and paper. Troy couldn't resist the desire and he picked it up as well.

While I was doing the dishes, Troy was up in the cockpit when a seagull landed on the dinghy's gunnel. I named him Mike and he spent quite a bit of time out there.

Afterwards, we played some 500 Rummy and then we were off to bed.