The final weeks of the season saw us moving from anchorage to anchorage, hiding from bad weather and taking advantage of the good: Cabbage Island, Bedwell Harbour, Russell Island, Sidney Spit, to name a few.
Our plan was to stay out at anchor until some time in November, exploring new anchorages while we did. An unexpected text message and invitation to Thanksgiving dinner in
changed that. It’d been several years since our last visit and we were
way overdue for another. The decision was made: We were going “home” and tying
up for the winter. Las Vegas
It wasn’t a very difficult decision. We were still seeing nice days, but they were beginning to be outnumbered by the inclement ones. If we held out much longer (which we usually do), it’d only be a matter of time before we’d be back to hunkering down below to keep warm rather than out enjoying life. So, early this morning we said good-bye to the Gulf and
Islands and crossed the Strait of Juan de Fuca and made
way for . Our season was over: all 3,000+ miles of it. Kingston
Note: This blog entry was written on Tuesday, 27 October 2015.