British Columbia Hot Springs
Bishop Bay Hot Springs: Soaking It UpTuesday, February 09, 2016S.V. CAMBRIA
Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
Blame the sunshine. Blame the natural
. Or blame the good company. But nobody was in a hurry to leave hot springs .
Nobody aboard Bishop Bay Cambria, anyway. And we were more than happy to pick up on Friday where
Thursday had left off with some kayaking, soaks in the and another cookout at the campsite. It was brilliant!
And short-lived. hot springs
The barometer had been sitting steady at 1015 Mb for the last few days but a cold front moved into the area early Saturday and dropped the temperature . . . along with some more rain. John (SV Gypsy Woman) was eager to continue south and make his way home to Port Townsend to see his lady, so Impossible Dream and Gypsy Woman left the anchorage that morning at . By , they were back. David radioed to make sure everything was alright. It was. But the wind was blowing 25 knots from the south in the channel with a corresponding sea state, so they decided to wait until Sunday. Tom added that he heard someone trying to hail us on the radio – it was Jim and Laurie aboard SV JouJou!
They came into the bay and rafted up to us for the night and another great evening. The reunion was short and sweet, however. Jim and Laurie were eager to make some more southing as well and they left Sunday morning shortly after Impossible Dream and Gypsy Woman. As for us, we’re not ones to leave a hot spring in a rush and whenever we stop in
we linger. Sometimes it’s to our detriment and sometimes it’s to our benefit. We
won’t know until the next forecast period if there’s a price to pay for our
idleness but today there was, in fact, a benefit. Bishop Bay
There were only two boats left in
us and a fishing vessel making their way south. Shortly before lunch, there was
a knock on the hull – a young guy called Jesse came by to offer us a frozen
sockeye before they left. We said no, but thank you. He was surprised by our
refusal and couldn’t quite understand it, even when we told him we don’t really
care for salmon and it would go to waste. In hindsight, I wish we would have
taken it and then whapped him on the head with it. But we didn’t know then what
we were about to find out. Bishop Bay
It’s common for boats that visit
to leave something at the bath house with their name on it. In 2013, during our
first visit, David made a sign out of a cedar plank and hung it in the changing
area where it remained, untouched, for two years – even surviving a complete
clean-out by the local yacht club in Kitimat. Bishop Bay
I went to the pools after lunch for a long, hot bath and was getting changed when I noticed “BJ” on our sign. BJ? Who’s BJ? And what are they doing on our board? And then the penny dropped: The buggers aboard the fishing vessel (who had just so kindly offered us a salmon) took our sign down, turned it around, wrote their names on it in permanent black marker and hung it back up. I bet young Jesse had a real surprise when he came over to
Cambria this morning only to find out we were the boat sign they’d poached
. . . along with that sockeye.
Note: This blog was written on Tuesday, 25 August 2015.