British Columbia Desolation Sound

Roscoe Bay, West Redonda Island

Wednesday, September 05, 2012S.V. CAMBRIA


Cambria and Fantasy at anchor in Roscoe Bay.

We left Roscoe Bay this morning at high tide and motored over to the store in Squirrel Cove.  It was only going to be a quick trip, not worth tying up to the government dock, so David circled around while I took the dinghy into shore and bought a few provisions to see us through the next week or so.  Once back aboard, we went into the anchorage and found Jeff and Karry to tell them our plans.

The barometer dropped from 1020 MB to 1016 MB overnight and we don’t like the look of the sky, windswept clouds with some building cumulous, so we decided to move over to Isabel Bay in order to be closer to Grace Harbour, our favourite port in a storm for these parts, just in case.  There’s absolutely nothing inthe forecast to make us believe bad weather is coming, we just both agree that it’s the time in the season to start being concerned.  No matter how you look at it, summer won’t last forever and the first major storm from Southeast Alaska will move our way sooner rather than later.  We’ve always had plenty of notice when it does, but neither one of us feels comfortable anchoring in the less protected areas of Desolation Sound.  Right or wrong, our intuition is telling us to move and if there’s one thing we’ve learned over the past eleven years, it’s that you have to trust your gut. 

They were out kayaking when we arrived, so I got back in the dinghy and told them where we were headed and why.  They’re going stay another night in Squirrel Cove and move around to Von Donop Inlet tomorrow morning.  I wouldn’t have minded doing the same, but we’d already missed the tide for entering Von Donop, which has a shallow entrance, and were left with the undesirable choice of anchoring in Squirrel for one night with 30 other boats, risking our windless in the process, or carrying on with our plans.   

So Isabel Bay it is.  And what a great decision it turned out to be.  There are only four boats, ourselves included, scattered throughout the large anchorage.  It’s as close to being alone as we’ve been in almost three weeks and, as it turns out, what we’ve desperately been looking for.  To top it all off, it’s a beautiful little spot with great kayaking opportunities and a nice hike over to Grace Harbour for the paws. 

The barometer continued to fall throughout the day, dropping another two millibars as we were leaving Squirrel Cove and another two after we’d anchor.  We’re both feeling the pressure in our heads and have crushing headaches, so we had a quiet afternoon (though it was already three o’clock by the time our anchor was set) before I filled the boat with speeches from the Democratic Convention for the second night in a row.  The night started off slowly, but ended with a bang when Elizabeth Warren, bit by bit, excited the crowd and Bill Clinton finished the job.  For 45 minutes he commanded an audience of millions, ourselves included, and explained, step by step, what President Obama has accomplished and overcome during his three and a half years in office.  It was fantastic!  And much, much more compelling than Clint Eastwood and his empty chair.

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