tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10462159876088798502024-03-13T12:30:11.222-07:00SV Traversay IIISV TRAVERSAY IIIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16376302497587065303noreply@blogger.comBlogger292125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046215987608879850.post-58086508662550541872023-10-20T15:25:00.002-07:002023-10-20T15:25:41.343-07:00Home again ... Victoria British Columbia!<p></p><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB-EnACfLRQO2cX34W3EeItIuaHGJl1iIUlHeo0hX4wxeDsiL8wB5nRnZHYSJhtpfFqvBuQp4xFhLMreuqDMdktjitGudGsK22eyXKXDngtMc6Sr7kYtQ3ixoQi6_Hi4r8P_FapVdKL2XyboHGjKwP7kiXksyL2o5NDHuitiJws_I6EjkLV5z3JnJa96ba/s850/welcome%20to%20Victoria%2032.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="589" data-original-width="850" height="444" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB-EnACfLRQO2cX34W3EeItIuaHGJl1iIUlHeo0hX4wxeDsiL8wB5nRnZHYSJhtpfFqvBuQp4xFhLMreuqDMdktjitGudGsK22eyXKXDngtMc6Sr7kYtQ3ixoQi6_Hi4r8P_FapVdKL2XyboHGjKwP7kiXksyL2o5NDHuitiJws_I6EjkLV5z3JnJa96ba/w640-h444/welcome%20to%20Victoria%2032.jpg" width="640" /></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>SV TRAVERSAY IIIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16376302497587065303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046215987608879850.post-57247082019940872992023-09-05T13:04:00.000-07:002023-09-05T13:04:43.941-07:00The Essential Galley Companion by Amanda Swan Neal<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHtJDGSlFsiTi5FhjGqOIXlzj_ZE1p_sn1z-iQt1b0PuDas1OUFD7_jecuZqDMlvAbysK9AQ2B2UEaloi-BnnFcc9YO4fS6Cfzny8P-oDaJcr7P3qX76gw-Go51oYUuil1CpXMEYvloD_EG8Nrj30fk32yr6-TUFJwQWaQFB9YR7YkeX46fvl9RqbKqAkT/s2832/A%20book%201%201316.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="2832" data-original-width="1530" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHtJDGSlFsiTi5FhjGqOIXlzj_ZE1p_sn1z-iQt1b0PuDas1OUFD7_jecuZqDMlvAbysK9AQ2B2UEaloi-BnnFcc9YO4fS6Cfzny8P-oDaJcr7P3qX76gw-Go51oYUuil1CpXMEYvloD_EG8Nrj30fk32yr6-TUFJwQWaQFB9YR7YkeX46fvl9RqbKqAkT/s400/A%20book%201%201316.jpg" /></a></div>Pender Harbour <div>We’re about to leave the beautiful wilderness behind along with the underwater critters, eagles, whales, dolphins, and even a few other similarly wilderness-addicted fellow sailors who shared some spaces with us. <div><br /></div><div> Luckily this time my re-entry into Civilization will be much easier than usual. That's because I'm looking forward to Shopping ... Not for clothes ... but getting into Full-on Grocery shopping. In central Victoria I'll be able to search for some hard-to-find ingredients not available in Northern BC. Our friend the beautiful Amanda Swan Neal has tested all of the recipes in her new book over the course of her 345,000+ offshore miles with family and later on with the International Mahina Expeditions. I estimate that there are over 1000 recipes in this collection. To it she has brought her incredible intelligence, her savvy and her well-researched knowledge to tickle and delight every palate. With this book, Amanda will keep us all healthy and vibrantly alive … even while we might be encountering less-than-optimal conditions at sea. To that issue she’s included an excellent chapter on sea-sickness. </div><div><br /></div><div>She has numerous tips for stretching or diminishing the recipes to feed from 2 people to a crowd, she tells us how to keep provisions fresh, how to arrange a large or a small galley, how to shop in Foreign lands (she has visited 80 countries) and she tells us how to cook some fabulous standard Authentic cuisine, or local food bought cheaply at a market in a distant land. You can cook a real Provencal Beef Stew or a delicious Canadian Maple and Ginger glazed Salmon. In Polynesia you can find out how to make Coconut Creamed Taro Leaf. Further along, you might even try making the Fijian Curried Octopus. </div><div><br /></div><div>For the more practical cook, she includes less expensive tips for making your own peanut and tartar sauce, dressings: such as Miso or Thai and she includes 10 different spice mixes. Do get the paperback version of this book (all 390 packed pages for only $31 CDN on Amazon). Paging through a Kindle version would be quite tiresome, and she has left space at the end for you to attach some of your other favourites. </div><div><br /></div><div>A favourite aspect of this book are the personal accounts she includes ... her youthful experiences sailing with her family, her stories on passage as a Competitive sailor in an all-woman Team and on the Whitbred and Sydney-Hobart Races. She generously includes recipes from some of the many boats she and Mahina have ‘broken bread’ with. </div><div><br /></div><div> This book and its priceless knowledge should really be devoured BEFORE you set out. Displaying even more wisdom, you should internalize Amanda’s precepts BEFORE you even BUY a boat. </div><div><br /></div><div>However, if you’re like me and you love your good old boat – and after all Traversay’s been our home for 23 years - this book will make you look forward to introducing some new ‘licks’ to that old repertoire you have already been playing for too many years! </div></div>SV TRAVERSAY IIIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16376302497587065303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046215987608879850.post-61401189343183521482023-08-14T11:48:00.000-07:002023-08-14T11:48:26.865-07:00A cloudy day<p> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDBdwvQCajMe30b8ZX1Gmf-WH0R6jn7s_Q1aYKkvYLpHt727D3yzaD_VB50vmeUQSaoaAZqqd9fwmsYipVx6Fqg7g_38Q0eHQ2_bql7t3pp7k34taXSQixiHebqsDvZssV2kzJ24Fv2a4gUaZt1ore331hAjxBUP9gXg4-5IxscwRZns-lYUx54iOKkn4l/s800/Kent%20Island%20East%201144.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDBdwvQCajMe30b8ZX1Gmf-WH0R6jn7s_Q1aYKkvYLpHt727D3yzaD_VB50vmeUQSaoaAZqqd9fwmsYipVx6Fqg7g_38Q0eHQ2_bql7t3pp7k34taXSQixiHebqsDvZssV2kzJ24Fv2a4gUaZt1ore331hAjxBUP9gXg4-5IxscwRZns-lYUx54iOKkn4l/w640-h480/Kent%20Island%20East%201144.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">North Kent Island<br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table></p><p></p><p>In the anchorage, the day started well ... at 6 a.m. the sun shone brightly. However, by 8:00 the fog had rolled in and there was a total white-out. Later and even as the fog dispersed, it was unreleningly cloudy. </p><p></p><p></p><p> Undeterred, we jumped in the water and into the amazing colourful world Beneath. I marvelled at the beautiful plumose anemones ... Larry captured some amazing photos. The World Beneath is spectacular here in Supernatural British Columbia!</p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEici6LdhAleDu3tQ9q8pBRkd3oWSXTJB6Igcrm98o3fGvDQS-MriBA-6sPWEpRxfUBu-j6NREvGj_Ra2Pwe6IzS0c8eblhvu9f81FeCcWtpq4xvgM-fTIEhal72NeckzfI4yTV1cp05QD71HMGi7Sfg3Xpk4AljmZUZqWQ7RgJyv8icz_eTZJSbVUrAbuVu/s800/3.2%20plumose%201167.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEici6LdhAleDu3tQ9q8pBRkd3oWSXTJB6Igcrm98o3fGvDQS-MriBA-6sPWEpRxfUBu-j6NREvGj_Ra2Pwe6IzS0c8eblhvu9f81FeCcWtpq4xvgM-fTIEhal72NeckzfI4yTV1cp05QD71HMGi7Sfg3Xpk4AljmZUZqWQ7RgJyv8icz_eTZJSbVUrAbuVu/s320/3.2%20plumose%201167.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">plumose anemone</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbNKlca8kS-ry1U4sMaNSXdO_HwJw_WImXvovFtynEFWEMlri0PCs4U4ite_fJoC7Y36r3qJ7bWSeffD8WsBjlLIm7Fkcm7qlyVaxNzEBRKtpiNSHAWXSVALZmKj3fdsPMj5ejvndQehEjz4Twt_nm45Qglz_-0GwG2ohrFP1NBKnjbUrApMN8KvSbeRiC/s800/7.1w%20eggs%20163.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="600" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbNKlca8kS-ry1U4sMaNSXdO_HwJw_WImXvovFtynEFWEMlri0PCs4U4ite_fJoC7Y36r3qJ7bWSeffD8WsBjlLIm7Fkcm7qlyVaxNzEBRKtpiNSHAWXSVALZmKj3fdsPMj5ejvndQehEjz4Twt_nm45Qglz_-0GwG2ohrFP1NBKnjbUrApMN8KvSbeRiC/w300-h400/7.1w%20eggs%20163.jpg" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Clown nudibranch with eggs</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><p><br /></p><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU4HAb28IPdzuAZnJcv227qo4T3HiLtlHsX5bXUG6YyY1A2QtiXLKgpXFzwtNIebyloBYTLT4wO3bL6T9T80j-aQ7xEBUmDkCAVwG9FA50jD5Zw_7Bvjwhat6HMGZDbmmnvvF_HSHYc0mXjaV3v0mvgzOdEIO-Fe7mH-H9uQQm40j3CCKhJNxdVnHiTxwI/s800/7.1%20clown%201171.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU4HAb28IPdzuAZnJcv227qo4T3HiLtlHsX5bXUG6YyY1A2QtiXLKgpXFzwtNIebyloBYTLT4wO3bL6T9T80j-aQ7xEBUmDkCAVwG9FA50jD5Zw_7Bvjwhat6HMGZDbmmnvvF_HSHYc0mXjaV3v0mvgzOdEIO-Fe7mH-H9uQQm40j3CCKhJNxdVnHiTxwI/w640-h480/7.1%20clown%201171.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our Underwater World</td></tr></tbody></table><br />SV TRAVERSAY IIIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16376302497587065303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046215987608879850.post-196526324292280982023-08-05T13:10:00.001-07:002023-08-05T13:10:26.969-07:00Excitement in the Narrows<span style="font-size: medium;"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_1tgb2IReerTalOs2l8PPCYvYTgBB1FQRz6i9_ZziIa3FHCBlsWm4aLH8rxKrBiJCXS3J2yyUXR37nY_A3jAYVwJXm7WPm_r2UTwlELnitxRAVacDobvUb1JD0X1BP7awsR2IkzSxo6X-8kI_uC5nJ754MU4Bw0isWHQ_Vl80CwLD7AxTx8Ux970s6r5A/s3024/Approach%205420.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_1tgb2IReerTalOs2l8PPCYvYTgBB1FQRz6i9_ZziIa3FHCBlsWm4aLH8rxKrBiJCXS3J2yyUXR37nY_A3jAYVwJXm7WPm_r2UTwlELnitxRAVacDobvUb1JD0X1BP7awsR2IkzSxo6X-8kI_uC5nJ754MU4Bw0isWHQ_Vl80CwLD7AxTx8Ux970s6r5A/w640-h640/Approach%205420.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Approaching Rait Narrows</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>We're gradually making our way back south to Port McNeill. The aim is to spend more time underwater. Every time we stop for a few nights, we look for suitable dive spots. We look for steep rock walls which we can anchor close to in safety. Steep walls and deep water depth close to the wall ensure more interesting underwater life. This time of year, walls which are in shadow are preferable because kelp proliferates in the sun and we have more trouble descending into kelp-laden water. </div><div><br /></div><div>We've passed through Meyers, Jackson and Rait Narrows on our way here. Larry's been choosing interesting routes. These Narrows are on routes we hadn't experienced before. </div><div><br /></div><div>Because Traversay has a large Under-carriage, we don't want to get stuck. Getting stuck was FUN in Australia where we could wait (along with other marooned boaters) for the water to come back in and float us up. However, here in the BC Wilderness we often don't see another boat all day. So Larry approached the Meyer's and Jackson Narrows with due caution ... on a rising tide so if we did get stuck, the tide would come in and release us. </div><div><br /></div><div>In contrast, the Rait Narrows gave us (and the Watch-bird) quite an exciting ride. The Rait is VERY narrow (see photos) but it is also Deep. So we didn't worry about touching ground. As we gingerly proceeded through the Watch-bird (a huge eagle) swooped up into one of the overhanging trees. He proceeded to monitor us very closely as we passed under him and through his territory. All three of us had a most exciting time.</div><div><br /></div></span><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWEyWLCvsakg-EMXFbEwUk48O7tWeYAuaUQMVd677aGCmsrbQhID7NGdxxYIbAKwRjomc4WZgDEQAzaSf3IacTXUymxGvHBB6kB_xORHthU5j_t_C-pUZJ99zzSSCKvUQyC0lh-MYFagSBDiBVAy-SH4rRV4AehMoO5LneCFwESLiOHr5lCFTC9dLESbhH/s3024/In%20the%20midst%20of%20the%20traverse%205337.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWEyWLCvsakg-EMXFbEwUk48O7tWeYAuaUQMVd677aGCmsrbQhID7NGdxxYIbAKwRjomc4WZgDEQAzaSf3IacTXUymxGvHBB6kB_xORHthU5j_t_C-pUZJ99zzSSCKvUQyC0lh-MYFagSBDiBVAy-SH4rRV4AehMoO5LneCFwESLiOHr5lCFTC9dLESbhH/w400-h400/In%20the%20midst%20of%20the%20traverse%205337.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">In the midst of the Rait Traverse </td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><br /></span></div>SV TRAVERSAY IIIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16376302497587065303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046215987608879850.post-22278403095918709252023-08-02T10:59:00.000-07:002023-08-02T10:59:39.357-07:00Marine Life of the Pacific Northwest<p> This beautiful book is by Dr. Andy Lamb and Bernard P. Hanby. It's invaluable for everyone sailing or living near this coastline. The assembled photographs and basic information introduce one to all the amazing plants and animals gracing this coast from Alaska down to mid-California. We live in one of the BEST scuba-diving and adventure regions on earth (at least that's our prejudiced view). </p><p>Nearly 30 years ago, we took up diving to allow us to clean, monitor and dive under Traversay's hull. However we were not happy together underwater ... Larry was too fast-moving for my leisurely pace. That changed once we enrolled in Andy's Marine I.D. course and Larry started photographing animals we saw. We really enjoyed the course - particularly savouring Virginia Lamb's breaktime cookies! Discovering the New World underwater became one of our paramount pleasures. </p><p>We never imagined that scuba diving would become one of THE most fun, people-meeting and important skills we could have during our travels. Shortly after we met Andy we spent significant time on Lamb-organized West Coast Dive Charters. Bernie was also 'on location' using his skills to photograph the tiniest and most improbable-seeming underwater creatures. His images literally took our breath away.</p><p>During our travels, in order to meet local people, we would sometimes print extra photos of endemic underwater creatures so people could see the wealth of beauty underneath their boat hulls. Some marine folks we met (including Dr Paul Brickle in the Falklands) wanted to use this book as a model for future Marine I.D. books for their dive areas.<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAsYZlEBNPAo_Ay8gKmzgLOEtJ8_yHT77WXFjh5BRu4iS7LUPv9uZRdqC0RqFgdFOmtJ7YwHnr8KYc6jlCGsFX39LJhHn3yvEcam1Vh5be7BtlzxsVZJOzVz0lbllRS79jsIRPlNOAak-zevykuWRLt6MwyNiGO1RuE6r4gMwOkT0QAxx57P4Qnf9FEq6F/s800/2%20tunicate%20syphon%20hydroid%20050.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="594" data-original-width="800" height="297" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAsYZlEBNPAo_Ay8gKmzgLOEtJ8_yHT77WXFjh5BRu4iS7LUPv9uZRdqC0RqFgdFOmtJ7YwHnr8KYc6jlCGsFX39LJhHn3yvEcam1Vh5be7BtlzxsVZJOzVz0lbllRS79jsIRPlNOAak-zevykuWRLt6MwyNiGO1RuE6r4gMwOkT0QAxx57P4Qnf9FEq6F/w400-h297/2%20tunicate%20syphon%20hydroid%20050.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tunicate Siphon Hydroid (<i>endocrypta huntsmani</i>)</td></tr></tbody></table></p><p>A few days ago, I decided to start reading the book rather than just using it as a reference. I admit I didn't get very far into the first section (on Flowering Plants and Marine Algae) ... my attention span began to falter with the enormity of knowledge present in these pages. Progressing a little further, I was amazed to find the I.D. of a species Larry had just photographed under the later Hydroid category. </p><p>This ANIMAL lives with a more advanced life form - the tunicate - but rather than attacking and eating the tunicate itself, it harmoniously shares it's food in a commensal relationship. Thank goodness we had Bernie's picture and Andy's description of the Tunicate Siphon Hydroid (see it on page 103).<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBSitNG92kqxaIiNN4wc4V1OfJqyafXbBWQi5FEE_SzCDzGUxpgh1P_yAvYDEV2PmBlmtAOAdTw9GdzjrEn-c8gzlFNHGYLIf_aMCEdLLW6RHcYNqG5XV8VXTCtwatnoJv_k2LncsNJQo_WIuuzAzAxZqz8_u9_gmsiJWHtAQ27SZ6Xx9mKthHaldcn5y_/s3648/Emily%20Carr%20inlet%20lge%201068.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2736" data-original-width="3648" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBSitNG92kqxaIiNN4wc4V1OfJqyafXbBWQi5FEE_SzCDzGUxpgh1P_yAvYDEV2PmBlmtAOAdTw9GdzjrEn-c8gzlFNHGYLIf_aMCEdLLW6RHcYNqG5XV8VXTCtwatnoJv_k2LncsNJQo_WIuuzAzAxZqz8_u9_gmsiJWHtAQ27SZ6Xx9mKthHaldcn5y_/w640-h480/Emily%20Carr%20inlet%20lge%201068.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Emily Carr Inlet</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></p><p>We couldn't have guessed that such incestuous goings-on could be happening in this beautiful location!</p>SV TRAVERSAY IIIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16376302497587065303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046215987608879850.post-24395698883311435462023-07-29T10:55:00.000-07:002023-07-29T10:55:36.941-07:00Emily Carr Inlet 52-55.67N 129-08.77W<p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBgBnenWk_wItx8FcDf4sc1Uj_JwtKUDWnCpeEkwUZJELe8cZQXkeCUYZ3OaS09ClYWO69CLeaHpxzHvA1FgwLvGBAOvvZb7V-WvnVeILbqA7xElHkBfnvzuDhoEmcoxQznArS9CRdqGGIkFrrUjy-Pb7PNjfFrN9rqUzD_zmLj-2Dw0l8iRzMQ1Ov9ho-/s3648/a%20Reflecction%20lge%20994.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3648" data-original-width="2048" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBgBnenWk_wItx8FcDf4sc1Uj_JwtKUDWnCpeEkwUZJELe8cZQXkeCUYZ3OaS09ClYWO69CLeaHpxzHvA1FgwLvGBAOvvZb7V-WvnVeILbqA7xElHkBfnvzuDhoEmcoxQznArS9CRdqGGIkFrrUjy-Pb7PNjfFrN9rqUzD_zmLj-2Dw0l8iRzMQ1Ov9ho-/s320/a%20Reflecction%20lge%20994.jpg" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">K'tzim Bear habitat</td></tr></tbody></table> </p><p><br /></p><p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj95sCaytmd0Mcy_fFOLbdU9Whqgm5UwLakf9q16GPLxqOosxNc_Vi0Q1HbmuyXsunTRr0Mb6RynwqG_tcQkNoCnzhvc9dcXkxHXd3L511fV8SHDC6jhhSy7PvZis8szMLLIEpw-x2jhMJsFQnOlDGQuc9IgnV2AL8u57-WEaO5kxCguZvbDFXQFpOMLVxM/s2724/a%20Ranger's%20home%20lge%20988.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="2724" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj95sCaytmd0Mcy_fFOLbdU9Whqgm5UwLakf9q16GPLxqOosxNc_Vi0Q1HbmuyXsunTRr0Mb6RynwqG_tcQkNoCnzhvc9dcXkxHXd3L511fV8SHDC6jhhSy7PvZis8szMLLIEpw-x2jhMJsFQnOlDGQuc9IgnV2AL8u57-WEaO5kxCguZvbDFXQFpOMLVxM/s320/a%20Ranger's%20home%20lge%20988.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ranger Station </td></tr></tbody></table><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>We arrived here yesterday after a 30-hour offshore sailing trip from Khutzeymateen Inlet assisted by excellent winds. Another distinguishing feature was the almost total white fog which accompanied us. By using the radar and AIS we were able to sculpt a safe course. </p><p>At the Park we saw at least 8 bears ... alas they were at a considerable distance. I saw a cinnamon-coloured Mom with 3 babies <b>.O.. </b>but L only saw 2 babies <b>.O.</b> Regulations are very strict and we couldn't bring the boat very close. We didn't see other tourists ... a few small fast boats sped past. There's the opportunity to stay in a nearby Lodge or to pay authorized guides to take you in closer. The Lodge must be a lot of fun ... we saw people breakfasting in a dining room and the number of crabpots in evicence suggests that people get to dine on our favourite seafood ... Dungeness crab!</p><p>We tied up to the dock at the Ranger Station and Tsimshian Nation guides Norm and Al (from Port Simpson) answered questions and showed us the well-documented information boards about these bears. <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3KAu9ekJzLwpH_hAz2qlanjU37uSelCO0ta-XmVS8kb-PkPHg8AY9kzLC1acM99-wctSzp0DmVZpm564ZNyx0_GuMThegpD0XEyESlLZBvoDbBkZ5rfCvKbVcM8JgEEwrEzUTk-24PiwCiNPWmQTL_H5pJMwQ7t5uuQPI-AqFS3YsbW62_Q0HxRgqgzBi/s1305/a%20Watery%20face%20lge%20996.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1305" data-original-width="1020" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3KAu9ekJzLwpH_hAz2qlanjU37uSelCO0ta-XmVS8kb-PkPHg8AY9kzLC1acM99-wctSzp0DmVZpm564ZNyx0_GuMThegpD0XEyESlLZBvoDbBkZ5rfCvKbVcM8JgEEwrEzUTk-24PiwCiNPWmQTL_H5pJMwQ7t5uuQPI-AqFS3YsbW62_Q0HxRgqgzBi/w501-h640/a%20Watery%20face%20lge%20996.jpg" width="501" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Can You See the Face?</td></tr></tbody></table></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><br /><br /><p></p>SV TRAVERSAY IIIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16376302497587065303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046215987608879850.post-74678089607604507272023-07-25T12:44:00.000-07:002023-07-25T12:44:02.516-07:00At Khutzeymateen <div></div><div><span style="background-color: white;"><div><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Anchored in Kumeon Cove BC</span></div><div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv-CFt71pu7DVtpjRsuewjAcxX9zpMpKe2kNHCfKGGrfUPGVn9IXgs8uBDeJMECzmNguNM6Kzyck5v2pMkT9mbs435cQTVD4phmkV1JlvpGIckdD2DdGIWvjP-SHwTP2cvaO0mv5SdtZxDGMXxMJ0onwsEtLgoGbdxX3henUyO6Y27Im20lBZt7EgbI0kN/s2744/Kent%20Island%20lge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="2744" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv-CFt71pu7DVtpjRsuewjAcxX9zpMpKe2kNHCfKGGrfUPGVn9IXgs8uBDeJMECzmNguNM6Kzyck5v2pMkT9mbs435cQTVD4phmkV1JlvpGIckdD2DdGIWvjP-SHwTP2cvaO0mv5SdtZxDGMXxMJ0onwsEtLgoGbdxX3henUyO6Y27Im20lBZt7EgbI0kN/w320-h239/Kent%20Island%20lge.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">In Kent Island Anchorage</td></tr></tbody></table><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">While anchored in Traversay III at the idyllic tiny anchorage netween Kent and Staples Islands, Larry received a forecast predicting an unusual span of 4 days of SE winds. This prompted our decision to head North to this wilderness spot.Because of over-hunting almost everywhere, it is rumoured to be one of the last places in Canada where we can safely watch the massive Grizzly bear. If we stay on Traversay we are safe from them! <br /><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Making this trip could demonstrate that we STILL have our 'Offshore Credibility'. We were able to assert our mastery over some common short-handed Offshore problems we had: no problem with sea-sickness even without medication; were able to stomach a hearty soup & lots of Honolulu buns; made sail changes ranging from 30knots and quickly down to only 5knots; engineered sail changes when the wind direction reversed. </span></div><div><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We were able to read the AIS (AIutomatic Independant Surveillance) on our computer screen which not only shows approaching vessels but also posts valuable information about how big they are, when and how how closely they'll approach our boat, and what speed they're at. I had to review how to interpret the radar which is invaluable in heavy mist or rain and we re-learned how to use toilet and & stove '"on the slant".</span></div><div><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Our Failures:: we unsuccessfully tried silencing the various bottles or metal pots adding unwanted percussion. This included a sudden loud metallic rattle which reverberated through the boat seemingly from inside the mast We had some trouble learning to sleep on our offwatches with that Symphony of worrying sounds</span></div><div><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">About 12 hours after leaving Kent Island, the winds almost died and we ended up motor-sailing most of the way here. The sails only added about 10% to our speed. We look forward to making our way to the Ranger station and seeing some bears tomorrow.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhbkLP2wSIRrd-eY3ri2npRVpGZU88ep-K-LbpeIgOILKQJB54imgo6NlD_lFyXzl9bEGpwM83hy3mkR8X3uqPDeN1rH3eGQojJtqtMf71rHFFpCHjgHPgi-DvEz5nw-OgcVp0toXtnRxzaHCeW6HCqEjSiRGchnvMp1TNcTq4MuH5kb8IY-Wt8ein3AUr/s1007/Khutzeymateen.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="673" data-original-width="1007" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhbkLP2wSIRrd-eY3ri2npRVpGZU88ep-K-LbpeIgOILKQJB54imgo6NlD_lFyXzl9bEGpwM83hy3mkR8X3uqPDeN1rH3eGQojJtqtMf71rHFFpCHjgHPgi-DvEz5nw-OgcVp0toXtnRxzaHCeW6HCqEjSiRGchnvMp1TNcTq4MuH5kb8IY-Wt8ein3AUr/w640-h428/Khutzeymateen.png" width="640" /></a></div></span></div><div style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></div></span></div>SV TRAVERSAY IIIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16376302497587065303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046215987608879850.post-89882097548261737192023-07-14T14:45:00.001-07:002023-07-14T14:45:42.234-07:00Summer 2023<p>Forward Harbour B.C.</p><p>Our summer trip started with purchasing new anchor chain ... this happened 2x as the first chain got ensnared by rocks in Brentwood Bay near our Home Port of Victoria. The 100m of good chain is still there ... if anyone is adventurous enough to try to retiieve it!</p><p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoxQC-bJKbhe68nPnU1bib7W9Ms5Ol4EmcpKqisaajpA1-OdyZCgrXq_lagiS8aoXsGvriQaaRf5Eon066YCEFbMW3Fuvhbf3LHdmQw1z-RTrh5axZ0ZgLKbNczwtyCa8iRpP3BbISdSLiYyUYOO4cisisAX--0gGZ-iyGM6JxE6I9nUX4cOQ_DQ2DZDCz/s800/Log%20Boom%20on%20the%20Fraser%2035.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="595" data-original-width="800" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoxQC-bJKbhe68nPnU1bib7W9Ms5Ol4EmcpKqisaajpA1-OdyZCgrXq_lagiS8aoXsGvriQaaRf5Eon066YCEFbMW3Fuvhbf3LHdmQw1z-RTrh5axZ0ZgLKbNczwtyCa8iRpP3BbISdSLiYyUYOO4cisisAX--0gGZ-iyGM6JxE6I9nUX4cOQ_DQ2DZDCz/s320/Log%20Boom%20on%20the%20Fraser%2035.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">log boom on the Fraser River </td></tr></tbody></table><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM_TWxnMesbOvac_v3tCGh7dEGGEmEwSS6p78Pwi7lozEtLJdss6bEcf2aj654oBQpp_U_iK-meLkcvYgECvrGfo1IaI1xgnEyi4FSjhE7tVcLaTpf45_w3u0Am8XAaOoGq458CLeqOMF4D3GMrmNNN_Dfpn8rOzKP2Vmw1Bbzyn1D5yuCLKG-ahYiuPpW/s823/Racoon%2028.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="641" data-original-width="823" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM_TWxnMesbOvac_v3tCGh7dEGGEmEwSS6p78Pwi7lozEtLJdss6bEcf2aj654oBQpp_U_iK-meLkcvYgECvrGfo1IaI1xgnEyi4FSjhE7tVcLaTpf45_w3u0Am8XAaOoGq458CLeqOMF4D3GMrmNNN_Dfpn8rOzKP2Vmw1Bbzyn1D5yuCLKG-ahYiuPpW/w320-h250/Racoon%2028.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Baby racoon at Newcastle Island Nanaimo<br /><br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJEkSMe3RLZZKbhTQ55uu959yIcOHUZO0O46BjtnqF_xVTkQ-LYoUT_BDhomhF3BOxCdynqF02espfRXIyKGAPbPqFZSB-VucMPR6QKC3jos5a16Qn5OFoTi8RBZr9OB80BI9OvM_3zM3AE1F9Qo8khQsbu5507MKP4yKHfngmizEZJV_yKVw8RCrmIdTD/s3648/IMG_0946.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="3648" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJEkSMe3RLZZKbhTQ55uu959yIcOHUZO0O46BjtnqF_xVTkQ-LYoUT_BDhomhF3BOxCdynqF02espfRXIyKGAPbPqFZSB-VucMPR6QKC3jos5a16Qn5OFoTi8RBZr9OB80BI9OvM_3zM3AE1F9Qo8khQsbu5507MKP4yKHfngmizEZJV_yKVw8RCrmIdTD/w400-h225/IMG_0946.JPG" width="400" /></a></div></div><br /><br /><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>We've visited friends in Nanaimo and spent time at Milltown Marina on the Fraser River near Vancouver. We spent a glorious week swimming and sunning in Prideaux Haven in the George Vancouver-named 'Desolation Sound'. This is not an apt name for the area which boasts excellent anchorages, spectacular mountain scenery and warm summer waters. </p><p>We have seen moon snail egg shell masses, ochre stars, dolphins, and hooded nudibranch in the shallows. Soon we'll be diving underwater. Above the water we've seen masses of dolphins, whales and bald eagles.</p><p>We sped through the rapids at Yakulta and have been here now for 4 days of Boat Projects for Larry and piano playing (Bach n Brahms) for me. </p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7eDx4LvyM9RtyvqH_F1dllUp8i-1Nl5APmu92aiwm2F9v1JMNM9Pr7oDXPoFyMG4cdsBw29x8lg8CA2HBd4S-iLZF4fGa_izZpNY5QkAwHKK7grIyeGU83puTPahgU7P-hC2b1vXhciQ-IAaoX_P0_fK7U16YNh56OD_suwUTB5qJ5-Vv1tI3YK9hzwVt/s800/6.2%20Moon%20snail%2065.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="595" data-original-width="800" height="149" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7eDx4LvyM9RtyvqH_F1dllUp8i-1Nl5APmu92aiwm2F9v1JMNM9Pr7oDXPoFyMG4cdsBw29x8lg8CA2HBd4S-iLZF4fGa_izZpNY5QkAwHKK7grIyeGU83puTPahgU7P-hC2b1vXhciQ-IAaoX_P0_fK7U16YNh56OD_suwUTB5qJ5-Vv1tI3YK9hzwVt/w200-h149/6.2%20Moon%20snail%2065.JPG" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Moon snail</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG7sUQo28rQAZ67i-lDkIQCibHOS3PVxHqQ418oAehj0hD00IpJRzVXZlww4Ut-_WH-0ioMY1RxFPtBZDweNd9mTqrQqRNfbQ-mMrdJn3ZJf5z_pUa1Iw_PcbR9IKfjZpmiWO3eGctA48TPNqB56laQhlBve_Bs8mE9IahETS0blXs63XjaR10JQzJHpRe/s2272/I%2013%20Ochre%20stars12.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1952" data-original-width="2272" height="275" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG7sUQo28rQAZ67i-lDkIQCibHOS3PVxHqQ418oAehj0hD00IpJRzVXZlww4Ut-_WH-0ioMY1RxFPtBZDweNd9mTqrQqRNfbQ-mMrdJn3ZJf5z_pUa1Iw_PcbR9IKfjZpmiWO3eGctA48TPNqB56laQhlBve_Bs8mE9IahETS0blXs63XjaR10JQzJHpRe/w320-h275/I%2013%20Ochre%20stars12.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ochre stars (purple variant)</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp-gPlf48O9cUGll5_B-eFd-fkdHONZp6sKxnsWFBp41Vgaop6sGyJ6qXYmtlP5nK5ai4QC4MwOLwG3hzy7rlaD338qdKiqzHVi5tCXxg_gYRH2F8aGBVUr47xZCB-m12_88rnaQ--YLrA_PuXRCVmEQkLmxe-v71kTsAkfSwHfHcmgTt98NRjZpGbKqfu/s1908/moon%20snail%20egg%20casing%20II.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1727" data-original-width="1908" height="181" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp-gPlf48O9cUGll5_B-eFd-fkdHONZp6sKxnsWFBp41Vgaop6sGyJ6qXYmtlP5nK5ai4QC4MwOLwG3hzy7rlaD338qdKiqzHVi5tCXxg_gYRH2F8aGBVUr47xZCB-m12_88rnaQ--YLrA_PuXRCVmEQkLmxe-v71kTsAkfSwHfHcmgTt98NRjZpGbKqfu/w200-h181/moon%20snail%20egg%20casing%20II.jpg" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Moon snail egg casing</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP2DomSZDslrErsHO1CfESXmUag4VCaua3WmGa_J4R3WkOtF_OWg1an9omjT7GR6y__FPuAcq6cNVz7tLJDVJwVI0-mOZtP8-2KsAMaQe7JJxJgOsdUwpNtMOSwSlCHBAFPBJOpFvP2DmXNwSbQSAWFOIF0HZvPmYE1B66wZ8QnIFaFLWU7cadykWJMbKK/s800/x7.4%20hooded%20nudi%2032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="596" data-original-width="800" height="297" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP2DomSZDslrErsHO1CfESXmUag4VCaua3WmGa_J4R3WkOtF_OWg1an9omjT7GR6y__FPuAcq6cNVz7tLJDVJwVI0-mOZtP8-2KsAMaQe7JJxJgOsdUwpNtMOSwSlCHBAFPBJOpFvP2DmXNwSbQSAWFOIF0HZvPmYE1B66wZ8QnIFaFLWU7cadykWJMbKK/w400-h297/x7.4%20hooded%20nudi%2032.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hooded Nudibranch</td></tr></tbody></table>SV TRAVERSAY IIIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16376302497587065303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046215987608879850.post-7049057674304776282023-01-16T10:53:00.002-08:002023-01-16T11:32:31.107-08:00A close look at green surf anemones!<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieaOtCAqM4AGuGcLwm_31WyIAkW_UPal4-8ghFwA15eMfFbWYT2wvtUEaeinPnXbkomV3-Fr18vkY-1gZXhbARVxfdia4NM9zoihK7YQo7_x-b41JTFa6dGFw_Zxu8aGExPFhcZp73ultFx0nwKC-es5b-679tvH-UmSczbj3q3MHtNTEvz1XrwfTjOQ/s800/3.2%20green%20surf%2069.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="608" data-original-width="800" height="486" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieaOtCAqM4AGuGcLwm_31WyIAkW_UPal4-8ghFwA15eMfFbWYT2wvtUEaeinPnXbkomV3-Fr18vkY-1gZXhbARVxfdia4NM9zoihK7YQo7_x-b41JTFa6dGFw_Zxu8aGExPFhcZp73ultFx0nwKC-es5b-679tvH-UmSczbj3q3MHtNTEvz1XrwfTjOQ/w640-h486/3.2%20green%20surf%2069.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />The above GREEN SURF ANEMONE photo was taken last February.<p></p><p>We've managed to dive several times in Effingham Bay. If you choose to sail here, BEWARE as there's a high wooden deadhead which is grounded to the seabed. It shows up on radar if you come in at night.</p><p> I was anxious to see the green surf anemones which are clustered around the islet in Effingham. The best time to see and photograph them would be at high tide, so we anchored nearby and Larry tied 2 lines to the islet shore as a precaution. We hung on to one of the lines and snorkelled over ... they are very beautiful. Unfortunately, when I tried to descend I wasn't able to dive down this time (that has happened to me about 5x over the last 30 years). </p><p>In addition we realized that a horrid accident had happened (due to a minor oversight) and our faithful camera was flooded! Fortunately, 40 good pictures taken in our earlier dives here this year are stored as well as this favourite photo of green surf anemones taken last year. We'll have to decide about whether to get a new camera.</p><p><br /></p>SV TRAVERSAY IIIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16376302497587065303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046215987608879850.post-53438721878101268672023-01-12T13:10:00.000-08:002023-01-12T13:10:24.719-08:00A Sunny Day!<p style="text-align: justify;"> We awoke today to another rainy day. In the forseeable future only rainy days parade across rhe weather forecast. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">So we were fortuntate to have a day with mostly sunshine on Tuesday ... that's the day that we detached from our secure anchorage and motored to Refuge/Toquaht Bay to see the waterfall. We saw our first other boat far in the distance. We theorize it might have belonged to the owner of an aquaculture farm in the vicinity of Refuge. The boat left from a brand-new caravan parked up above some wooden buoyed platforms which betoken aquaculture activity.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_pf7xHBFEY8g3lwXFyPcMCDeUR0wUpmrAx9QgNnWzEuZ3Egpt2Ud_jkKlJNNQJf6PZLeos0qkT2zeTyLWmNwzh_Jjddp5XrPMsSK5FO-mRGCThvhzB66tbldBbULeX9jmdwAAPClVJCxo6TvB43ltOAwtLtgLLISICMjuTykKTfPHRYMoVEUGhVIpEQ/s2816/foam%20992.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2112" data-original-width="2816" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_pf7xHBFEY8g3lwXFyPcMCDeUR0wUpmrAx9QgNnWzEuZ3Egpt2Ud_jkKlJNNQJf6PZLeos0qkT2zeTyLWmNwzh_Jjddp5XrPMsSK5FO-mRGCThvhzB66tbldBbULeX9jmdwAAPClVJCxo6TvB43ltOAwtLtgLLISICMjuTykKTfPHRYMoVEUGhVIpEQ/w400-h300/foam%20992.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">As per our cruising guiides' instructions we approached the waterfall at high tide. The falls were most interesting because of the foam ... looking much like soap bubbles ... collected in the vicinity of the falls and stretching all the way out to the Bay. Of course, in this complete wilderness, the 'SOAP' is not due to human intervention ... it is likely whipped up by the force of the water tumbling over the rocks.</div><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;">On our way out, we were fascinated by the beautiful scenes on the river. which were mirrored in the water</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiOxNBFbtS_lcIyAP6JI3P-SYG8kGYRO3znJDrwl3cUaWtDl8PCOoS2X6PH0GRyAre-CsLvF3Y-Yo4TmjRsOhm8GFoNVs7RW_wbcXs_dzjkfrLAAEQ56YbJOyIvt_3ppO3INVSkBCXbceUbtomok9y8bZQ7IeHnuRws5cU0OR896bkId9AX9C6o5fSwg/s800/dead%20tree%20s%20%20998.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiOxNBFbtS_lcIyAP6JI3P-SYG8kGYRO3znJDrwl3cUaWtDl8PCOoS2X6PH0GRyAre-CsLvF3Y-Yo4TmjRsOhm8GFoNVs7RW_wbcXs_dzjkfrLAAEQ56YbJOyIvt_3ppO3INVSkBCXbceUbtomok9y8bZQ7IeHnuRws5cU0OR896bkId9AX9C6o5fSwg/w640-h480/dead%20tree%20s%20%20998.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div><br /><p><br /></p></div>SV TRAVERSAY IIIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16376302497587065303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046215987608879850.post-44467222822487571842023-01-11T13:39:00.001-08:002023-01-11T14:00:54.526-08:00Back to Barkley Sound<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiViLfjgERSDAhkEiB3srWVU-0UJpldm96WOLMjKC8u_XWihkvOHeFpLnzku9zICWBZO09uXNI7fD7BxKp2Vjj_E9KWwrfmMrywmN_1xJAIprLRX3fDCImyuDUj2lsD0S06HAnsCk6ycTHkGJzSZFk1IIHecPohpw-VjQSEd-3FqO15DT7OSDC9LMqrAQ/s3024/20230102_075511.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiViLfjgERSDAhkEiB3srWVU-0UJpldm96WOLMjKC8u_XWihkvOHeFpLnzku9zICWBZO09uXNI7fD7BxKp2Vjj_E9KWwrfmMrywmN_1xJAIprLRX3fDCImyuDUj2lsD0S06HAnsCk6ycTHkGJzSZFk1IIHecPohpw-VjQSEd-3FqO15DT7OSDC9LMqrAQ/w320-h320/20230102_075511.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> Here we are again ... totally isolated in the little 'thumb' of Effingham Bay where we dove last February. We left Victoria's Inner Harbour with an afternoon tide and motored to Becher Bay ... next day we awoke to challenging weather. The wind was good for sailing, but we encountered a lot of detritus in the water and we kept a constant watch. In the two days of sailing, we had to evade a complete tree and two huge deadheads which disconcertingly vanished beneath the surface and then would bob up in their own eccentric rhythm. The wave heights were at 2-3 meters. Luckily, we still retained our 'sea legs' and didn't get sick. The rolling never stopped. Our night in Port Renfrew (which faces South ... just the direction the waves rolled in from) was quite miserable. We arose ... somewhat fretful ... but the beautiful sunrise erased our prior surliness.<br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOFjuaGII-xRdrjARdIy7UFOHBuDd7vWDn4o-1VnlvCAMr4Hka1yK6AkJVPR3StEjAb9nHrda7aITZADv0mUdSknt4dZEvbveEHp_UGu3oOgsTGKRjme2TdhObKcjx3bOIoU8lpcI7Vid3ZlsqQ302uqgsdaK8d48zxWnhX5k4WQKaEJHh7oiGzKly2g/s3024/20230105_100821.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="3024" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOFjuaGII-xRdrjARdIy7UFOHBuDd7vWDn4o-1VnlvCAMr4Hka1yK6AkJVPR3StEjAb9nHrda7aITZADv0mUdSknt4dZEvbveEHp_UGu3oOgsTGKRjme2TdhObKcjx3bOIoU8lpcI7Vid3ZlsqQ302uqgsdaK8d48zxWnhX5k4WQKaEJHh7oiGzKly2g/w200-h200/20230105_100821.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><span style="text-align: left;">The weather was forecast to be horrible, so once we got here we decided to tie to trees. We have one bow tie to the North and two stern ties to the South. We always spend an hour driving around in the dinghy to find suitable trees to tie to after anchoring in the middle of the little thumb and launching the dinghy. Then, Larry runs out the portside line to the shore while I monitor the line run smoothly. Larry ties it over the water with enough clearance to undo the knot at any state of tide when we want to leave. We usually seem to use nearly all of the available rope, and I drag back enough line to secure it (with 3 turns) to the portside winch. Larry then winches us in. This way we'd probably already feel safe with forecast winds coming in at 55 knots.</span></div><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWBFBPWxiAAjVMt8PSp7bHT-caNbfWEqpGaGVmNLO39MJeK1cZor8hzbBe9jpKqKfFZRQk9NX28thRcby4L4XGs3K50ATAt-geXf9aCMJn4gu6jr4t38f3121PjT2EnlV6umCx28K26oZlyaaE-XgQCgbekqJ3-eGpUEzO0BfFflgVAac--JjVYQT7KA/s3024/20230105_101135.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="3024" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWBFBPWxiAAjVMt8PSp7bHT-caNbfWEqpGaGVmNLO39MJeK1cZor8hzbBe9jpKqKfFZRQk9NX28thRcby4L4XGs3K50ATAt-geXf9aCMJn4gu6jr4t38f3121PjT2EnlV6umCx28K26oZlyaaE-XgQCgbekqJ3-eGpUEzO0BfFflgVAac--JjVYQT7KA/w200-h200/20230105_101135.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgefFTn-2bwQZxrdFf2Gk8KNHZQN07A1rOwPXtdBiJC23stnpsOLwTJHUhM-4SSTiHdoxfZ--78Tr9j8louXclQ70DB45ydBXoRZke7riF3jwXpgY9iMHMMou7TtNCtIpOYSYiU2pF4Jtfj-bwVOmYlXp0uMpfBOW9FQ54XhiYyFuCYIGOs_d2-Kp2N3A/s2448/20230105_102948.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="2448" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgefFTn-2bwQZxrdFf2Gk8KNHZQN07A1rOwPXtdBiJC23stnpsOLwTJHUhM-4SSTiHdoxfZ--78Tr9j8louXclQ70DB45ydBXoRZke7riF3jwXpgY9iMHMMou7TtNCtIpOYSYiU2pF4Jtfj-bwVOmYlXp0uMpfBOW9FQ54XhiYyFuCYIGOs_d2-Kp2N3A/w200-h200/20230105_102948.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>We then follow up with the same system for our other rolled sternline and Larry we connect the 'flaked' line from the forward hatch to the bow and yet another tree. We now feel perfectly secure here. Not only that, but we've been able to dive and take some beautiful photos. I/m grateful to the folks who fixed my knee to enable scuba diving once again: Dr Galas, Dr Torstensen, Dale Rainsford (physiotherapist).<div>... the above written on Sunday January 8th ...<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsASZAHIdRLG0rLmzyJbj5wsHDSkWZL8OU8DmBDps2Gyo53v8wrF4it_r47-IYTpsnXQl-XEuRmn3uJRnhAMq69cNj9s-DwGM80nVrYTzJujftFsOBgBn1Ribr2lS2th_AIvbL0rV9B3qaOQCrW9RUWIyesqER7Id1QbmxINyrpzNHaaLy7TV1F35ISw/s3024/20230105_103655.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="3024" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsASZAHIdRLG0rLmzyJbj5wsHDSkWZL8OU8DmBDps2Gyo53v8wrF4it_r47-IYTpsnXQl-XEuRmn3uJRnhAMq69cNj9s-DwGM80nVrYTzJujftFsOBgBn1Ribr2lS2th_AIvbL0rV9B3qaOQCrW9RUWIyesqER7Id1QbmxINyrpzNHaaLy7TV1F35ISw/w200-h200/20230105_103655.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir4DpytQixw0C3GvjaTx4h8Zv2bikuBbpeZGMz1I-V6U9rkcV8xEXrcjDAe2i0xYgmRAuQV00gsrb3j7HpTq31OR3br7jhVSyu_BFYhfT6WngdDMBs2-kN3W4VJz4ldMi9Atpx3JsY8vBFIIwxSw7pUTeBo8RM9-wLwZ430634vfFWCb6N6hxsWwrv2A/s3024/20230105_104438.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="3024" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir4DpytQixw0C3GvjaTx4h8Zv2bikuBbpeZGMz1I-V6U9rkcV8xEXrcjDAe2i0xYgmRAuQV00gsrb3j7HpTq31OR3br7jhVSyu_BFYhfT6WngdDMBs2-kN3W4VJz4ldMi9Atpx3JsY8vBFIIwxSw7pUTeBo8RM9-wLwZ430634vfFWCb6N6hxsWwrv2A/w200-h200/20230105_104438.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br /></div>SV TRAVERSAY IIIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16376302497587065303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046215987608879850.post-33361564868334346872022-04-07T15:58:00.001-07:002022-04-10T10:49:08.156-07:00The Sound of Repair<p> Pender Harbour April 7, 2022</p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimB-Uq9EW3azeP93qD5SUryD640h0CdIkRxLn2cRhSbgwfnnQeUiZSxZkopTomg20oSG6lbW7GpnhElFeCeYO0dUA4MiiN4OIT3Y25RU8l2tKsT_2UiYDv_rfat3jdYIvy80YKIq_w6lPmPKBeIv0GZSbypg0uc0WHYH0qEMRBD2Wg9PbKI-VQ8HKY_w/s1024/A%2012a%20Furler%20(w.%203%20temp%20forestays)641.JPG" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimB-Uq9EW3azeP93qD5SUryD640h0CdIkRxLn2cRhSbgwfnnQeUiZSxZkopTomg20oSG6lbW7GpnhElFeCeYO0dUA4MiiN4OIT3Y25RU8l2tKsT_2UiYDv_rfat3jdYIvy80YKIq_w6lPmPKBeIv0GZSbypg0uc0WHYH0qEMRBD2Wg9PbKI-VQ8HKY_w/w320-h240/A%2012a%20Furler%20(w.%203%20temp%20forestays)641.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">a broken forestay & Sail furler</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p><br /></p><p>We’re in one of Canada’s most beautiful harbours … in fact it is one of the most perfect harbours we’ve ever visited. But we are not enjoying ourselves on this beautiful day!</p><p>It’s a perfect day for travel or for scuba diving. It’s still quite cold out, and as algae relies on the warmth of the sun to propagate tiny seedlings (called Algae Blooms) they're not around to cloud our vision and also wreck the photos Larry takes.</p><p>Larry has just announced: “If I were a dentist, I’d be really good at this!” The sound of his dremel fills our small living space. He’s trying to clean the tiny holes in the fuel injector on our auxiliary generator which powers the dive compressor. Without the generator we can’t fill our dive tanks, go scuba diving or take underwater photos.</p><p>Boat repairs are a Constant in our sailing adventures. Since we stepped onto Traversay III in 2000, Larry has bought spares and equipment to fix almost anything on the boat. This includes main engine maintenance and repairs, window repairs, generator repairs, toilet repairs, windlass repairs and refrigerator and freezer repairs. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWpIT8LL2ecygIsyzfZndI09eMpXf9QxzSnxjUCbNK0G7UMgLmPz2nC-AxkPFLrBcUciepDMYZwQiCb6VeR_6Gc7lNG6Z54k4btjTknG1Ir8rENnmsNQmnd5wUCPt-cW3y5R-MwNlJ5ZhtD_H59BSs0-28esWlmHEFmOsQhBI8kiNYr2b-A-xm8O_0EA/s2816/IMG_8147.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2112" data-original-width="2816" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWpIT8LL2ecygIsyzfZndI09eMpXf9QxzSnxjUCbNK0G7UMgLmPz2nC-AxkPFLrBcUciepDMYZwQiCb6VeR_6Gc7lNG6Z54k4btjTknG1Ir8rENnmsNQmnd5wUCPt-cW3y5R-MwNlJ5ZhtD_H59BSs0-28esWlmHEFmOsQhBI8kiNYr2b-A-xm8O_0EA/w200-h150/IMG_8147.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>We normally share cooking and cleaning while we're offshore, but if there's a major equipment breakdown, I take over all the domestic work so Larry can focus on the repair. He’s made many major repairs in the last 20 years while we were away from any outside help with repairs. He has actually repaired the windlass (the motor which lowers and raises the anchor) twice. These did not need to be PERFECT repairs, but they were good enough to keep us going when we were far from land or far from any help. We knew we were in precarious situations both times and we HAD to keep going ... once in Chilean Patagonia in 2010 and once on the Northwest Passage in 2013. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1l736yrx8eLphcYJXehUdtPRJHEPj_l3LUe-zPLYF9XF2JNGhFH4Kah3SPRgqefEQQKVyEnNUa8_bzZA-Bd9rEcnOMcMYcwwbY8FtKtNU8wI_QSfdvA9u16oMsJ-KF-wlkTYEzHL6H97TianiN8MMhG4Ea2mZVvv8UxTd5EFkoYnl8WlsaNUL0RNFLw/s803/Larry%20and%20grey%20water%20repair_.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="803" data-original-width="600" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1l736yrx8eLphcYJXehUdtPRJHEPj_l3LUe-zPLYF9XF2JNGhFH4Kah3SPRgqefEQQKVyEnNUa8_bzZA-Bd9rEcnOMcMYcwwbY8FtKtNU8wI_QSfdvA9u16oMsJ-KF-wlkTYEzHL6H97TianiN8MMhG4Ea2mZVvv8UxTd5EFkoYnl8WlsaNUL0RNFLw/s320/Larry%20and%20grey%20water%20repair_.jpg" width="239" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>On December 23, 2004 our forestay broke 400 miles from New Zealand. I was able to help with the forestay failure by circling around the mast about 30 feet off the deck while suspended by a line and sitting in our tiny bosun’s chair. With the heavy wave action, I felt like I was at the end of a clock pendulum making bigger and bigger concentric circles around the mast. I was trying to remove a length of rope which was obstructing a halyard which we could use to temporarily replace the steel forestay in the genoa sail furler. When you consider that the entire rig including the mast and attached sails could fall down, one of us had to be willing to brave the heights. The decision was made that I would go up, because I knew I wasn’t strong enough to turn the heavy winch often to get Larry up there. In order to free the halyard, I needed to use both hands, so I swung like a pendulum … into and off the mast many times before I finished the job. </p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu_JjL0yXU5BsiJJvP0VdO4_7OKsTCOL-T4j8jKWcwjTyWcbTwmx5_offejwKcnWneTd47iMjoVPXC8CTSQiWT5jTNSKuZu7b5QjxM1oUA7ZN_Z1OlUUh6peNosO8luVDAabjnLxY7_7ShxTI7eXr6pKonHkh-uotTPtdluWolCabdMKqrkY4DJx0lSg/s1024/Furler%20Secured%20Stern%20words.jpg" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu_JjL0yXU5BsiJJvP0VdO4_7OKsTCOL-T4j8jKWcwjTyWcbTwmx5_offejwKcnWneTd47iMjoVPXC8CTSQiWT5jTNSKuZu7b5QjxM1oUA7ZN_Z1OlUUh6peNosO8luVDAabjnLxY7_7ShxTI7eXr6pKonHkh-uotTPtdluWolCabdMKqrkY4DJx0lSg/w400-h300/Furler%20Secured%20Stern%20words.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">the 50' furler had to be stretched across the deck</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>I ended up with multiple bruises which matched the beautiful sunset photo taken that night. When we got into port after the 46-day 6,000 mile voyage to Opua, New Zealand we got out the replacement metal forestay that we’d stored and we worked together to install the new part.</p><p>Larry has a lot of equipment aboard and has been really successful in keeping us going when we have a breakdown. Even with the rare times when we’re close to a Boat Repair service, we've come to rely on ourselves. This is becuase of our despair at the poor service of some 'specialists' we’ve hired over the last 20 years. Notable in this regard is the mechanic/welder in Iceland who told us that our engine was now 'fine' and that all the engine supports were 'solid'. Imagine our horror crossing the Northwest Passage as each engine mount broke in successive jarring accidents all the way across to Tuktoyaktuk. As we entered the harbour in September with winter fast approaching, we had to keep our speed to a miserly but safe 1.5 knots. At any faster pace, the seawater came pouring in. We could have lost the boat and (for me) it seemed we might even lose our lives. I thought we'd have to 'winter over'and so I started searching for a place to rent ashore.</p><p>But this is where the Universe Delivers what it Takes Away. A brilliant Canadian engineer named Radovan Sumara was in Tuk working that summer as an engineer for the Horizon North Barge Company. He came aboard and helped Larry take out and re-install the engine mounts having first taken them to the company workshop to weld them. </p><p><br /></p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGxgJmsYpsD4eDa9IiWVhZ-BRAQL6091vMJ7cX8cMAzGihPtXvYroSZ90cPSvU2oRwOWprWAQPU7cUof_QVy7wsWuJFPIOtDOJvinIVlNMct3RAR9hC_Wyhmlh6o2l3-GAoz0EZFRr3adbpJIVbhC2jEvopmRa6wP5GSU0DVL07f49psKthNY_yLUgRA/s800/z4%20Rads%20and%20Larry%20-%20the%20Mechanics.JPG" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGxgJmsYpsD4eDa9IiWVhZ-BRAQL6091vMJ7cX8cMAzGihPtXvYroSZ90cPSvU2oRwOWprWAQPU7cUof_QVy7wsWuJFPIOtDOJvinIVlNMct3RAR9hC_Wyhmlh6o2l3-GAoz0EZFRr3adbpJIVbhC2jEvopmRa6wP5GSU0DVL07f49psKthNY_yLUgRA/w200-h150/z4%20Rads%20and%20Larry%20-%20the%20Mechanics.JPG" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our 'Hero' Radovan Sumara</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p></p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE_3mhIfHBfQ4_YFM-Zm3As1WasSZBcC9W9sgZuh6ftk0mz2wqKB3daV4jqC8VrhLPIWLHK1H84S9ho2l3M0wuRCLL-FZMdf1X7NpR-DnQ0UrmPQXd90s3MBUuMZT0mmcf6rROylgQri18DZdGPVwqU9k6Ds1od6g8ll3s5w8NQyNYmnyZ1G07nDv-RA/s800/Wayne%20Learnativity.jpg" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE_3mhIfHBfQ4_YFM-Zm3As1WasSZBcC9W9sgZuh6ftk0mz2wqKB3daV4jqC8VrhLPIWLHK1H84S9ho2l3M0wuRCLL-FZMdf1X7NpR-DnQ0UrmPQXd90s3MBUuMZT0mmcf6rROylgQri18DZdGPVwqU9k6Ds1od6g8ll3s5w8NQyNYmnyZ1G07nDv-RA/w200-h150/Wayne%20Learnativity.jpg" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wayne Hodgins</td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p> When possible, Larry buys the needed equipment himself so we can be more self-sufficient. We’ve also been able to help out fellow cruisers in the wilderness who just needed the correct size of bolt to get going again. At Pitcairn Island Wayne on a Canadian boat called ‘Learnativity’ endured a flooded refrigerator. We were able to give him our spare (he later replaced it).</p><br /><p><br /></p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDaXl_NiEqcniRE0j_6XiPiq9XFasS2asMdlR_EypzQkE-clrnjn6Aq-b8_2zp-7JIsZ5gcAouujiZyQcIk8-y3soqGN8h9i2YKb1klG0YrPDa22LKBP-NGvSc3Z9zJnTwMBHdPL8YJoMpXzTYB-KIXwQWS2AZUUvzaWm1gpwGMINnyTT0DrCKc58STA/s1024/December%20%20morning.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="768" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDaXl_NiEqcniRE0j_6XiPiq9XFasS2asMdlR_EypzQkE-clrnjn6Aq-b8_2zp-7JIsZ5gcAouujiZyQcIk8-y3soqGN8h9i2YKb1klG0YrPDa22LKBP-NGvSc3Z9zJnTwMBHdPL8YJoMpXzTYB-KIXwQWS2AZUUvzaWm1gpwGMINnyTT0DrCKc58STA/s320/December%20%20morning.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">the morning after </td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p><br /></p><p>My own talents are more limited. I’m only competent to hand over tools and to use my own ‘auxiliary’ pieces of equipment. I’m quite handy with the pressure cooker, stove and my sewing machine. The original Singer (bought in 1975) was replaced 15 years ago by a Bernina quilting machine. These machines have enabled me to mend sails halfway through a long trip when we needed them. In the accompanying photo I'm fixing a sail in Caleta Suarez, Chilean Patagonia. I have photos of sail repair in the Beagle Channel and in the Lofoten Islands of Norway. I have even managed to overhaul our upholstery several times when I got tired of the 'old' colours and style and wanted ‘new’ furniture.</p><p>We feel fortunate that to a great extent, we have been able to look after Traversay III's problems ourselves. Afteer all, she's a GREAT vessel and has been equal to any of the sailing challenges that we've given her. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5q1Vz_E_-WInKHrfMjpEVdi-aiw6glkTNQTx_Ko7KjgC9WT_QuiEA_Y4Q0G7WJcKufRLI9sYM-oVglG8p45iywSq39kmBq4haOESnFxQ3HUV43ODWmbY_dUlurxWR42lMuZpSWME_iaeBhrVMUeiEcLc-ELIla5xm8viL7Olynuxt2_oolXsu9FgmFA/s1024/470.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="768" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5q1Vz_E_-WInKHrfMjpEVdi-aiw6glkTNQTx_Ko7KjgC9WT_QuiEA_Y4Q0G7WJcKufRLI9sYM-oVglG8p45iywSq39kmBq4haOESnFxQ3HUV43ODWmbY_dUlurxWR42lMuZpSWME_iaeBhrVMUeiEcLc-ELIla5xm8viL7Olynuxt2_oolXsu9FgmFA/w480-h640/470.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">On the Routeburn Track</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p><br /></p><div><br /></div>SV TRAVERSAY IIIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16376302497587065303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046215987608879850.post-48513457022493903582022-03-29T08:16:00.002-07:002022-03-29T08:16:56.817-07:00Welcome to Victoria<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0hucB95sacvTK7WGOk76nVzoBHOmGHDhti7HvvNj_VmfCMyh0ZzaDwvV0JDPzOFQ9GUFpK57l4dyn62vb3_z5WNczANiD1MWoZ4rLEzx4OfzWQ2eDkI0ZH3pfd6XpNvL4PmzCXPYfDNNudZ4I-C-sFdvFG2odZrcdgyPOYk-VgbPBJhVL1sAmUChaTA/s4032/20200923_153032%20%285%29.jpg" style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0hucB95sacvTK7WGOk76nVzoBHOmGHDhti7HvvNj_VmfCMyh0ZzaDwvV0JDPzOFQ9GUFpK57l4dyn62vb3_z5WNczANiD1MWoZ4rLEzx4OfzWQ2eDkI0ZH3pfd6XpNvL4PmzCXPYfDNNudZ4I-C-sFdvFG2odZrcdgyPOYk-VgbPBJhVL1sAmUChaTA/w640-h480/20200923_153032%20(5).jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Causeway Marina ... our winter home with the Greater Victoria Harbour Authority</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZpLgDCLNjg_c2b6nDmT4blXG9ArkoJGu7jISBKgQRcSw-pG53N1eshlzwvvQKgCsSGZAeoMOHiRgNzOPXCEgC5LaDXiu2Z1hrK3xjLnv62_JrcEA-CL7Vk0YDGPamrgJY6Pj2y8KKHF0EV3PPRIfDMwyEH6GzSUUyOgIzE8h3OyOdHavgbBmJej-5bw/s3264/20200926_102248%20%283%29.jpg" style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="3264" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZpLgDCLNjg_c2b6nDmT4blXG9ArkoJGu7jISBKgQRcSw-pG53N1eshlzwvvQKgCsSGZAeoMOHiRgNzOPXCEgC5LaDXiu2Z1hrK3xjLnv62_JrcEA-CL7Vk0YDGPamrgJY6Pj2y8KKHF0EV3PPRIfDMwyEH6GzSUUyOgIzE8h3OyOdHavgbBmJej-5bw/w640-h480/20200926_102248%20(3).jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">You can see Traversay III as you go down these stairs</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo8dfi-M36g-ps4txTIl0XQeAUactNC9V5xqycGVIjacfyTHhSKSQ6ZzpaY4tKJZ2HJgA2pVYD_24WuiDlmbNajAeR3TQ1nbv31uiBAhXm3G5jpIhG5tSYWROa1xshQMgEE_rQXd0FzSse8K7qiT8LE4anhFCrh9NHhoH17uoJt91I2Vp3Y3LcAwqh9w/s4032/20200930_125351%20%281%29.jpg" style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo8dfi-M36g-ps4txTIl0XQeAUactNC9V5xqycGVIjacfyTHhSKSQ6ZzpaY4tKJZ2HJgA2pVYD_24WuiDlmbNajAeR3TQ1nbv31uiBAhXm3G5jpIhG5tSYWROa1xshQMgEE_rQXd0FzSse8K7qiT8LE4anhFCrh9NHhoH17uoJt91I2Vp3Y3LcAwqh9w/w640-h480/20200930_125351%20(1).jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Summer floral displays</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyz-4Il1c9rC8HZ4jVQ3nqGWQ3yG8OVnhUYKiTWxATQlQsyYBHeIuZcjfBiFH6LDYLp5LMbDfAjys4CdAvpo3UKfJB-QOaKULFQjKd9e32TSY5tVe9mO_KBGbrz6--m_ys65tazPC19oTqipHByjtX13n1MXV3TNvzN2Hc4lQbTeDSgNRzNWdH-kjJnQ/s4032/20201020_080902%20%285%29.jpg" style="display: block; 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margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOgCFOXhvFFQ2LLhXJJt4Ku3SI2eq2Y2i9f9T9ZNHBOBi_Oy9vdyiceT1L1JCQZtKKae-5TMFQvqMhvPMAtlYgArAaMu7Jq9i9swYiQMyi2R4YujcXVVPUynW877B1o2q55t8hjnwU9UBAud0bfWSFnDMCBl_bG7WXo0UIpuZoRg8sWprMZe0lI9uvtA/s4032/20200930_170649%20(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOgCFOXhvFFQ2LLhXJJt4Ku3SI2eq2Y2i9f9T9ZNHBOBi_Oy9vdyiceT1L1JCQZtKKae-5TMFQvqMhvPMAtlYgArAaMu7Jq9i9swYiQMyi2R4YujcXVVPUynW877B1o2q55t8hjnwU9UBAud0bfWSFnDMCBl_bG7WXo0UIpuZoRg8sWprMZe0lI9uvtA/w640-h480/20200930_170649%20(1).jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Salish Seawolf Visits her home territory</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8ThQU2EY5HB2n_6kN_g-sw3BSg00hXbPBx4JgwCdCNyMvWdx3VimKGKncy_opzEc2ux0RAzfYjdl2oKquVmbHddaCouQ4g28isHKEB-owxHhC26ZxCx4FjPPz2tRww1rOetzl-G-XgqTBfwWT_JVYzd0_KjUk929xbBIlsh_DMFP6tzU-ySvt9A9CyA/s4032/20210619_080914.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8ThQU2EY5HB2n_6kN_g-sw3BSg00hXbPBx4JgwCdCNyMvWdx3VimKGKncy_opzEc2ux0RAzfYjdl2oKquVmbHddaCouQ4g28isHKEB-owxHhC26ZxCx4FjPPz2tRww1rOetzl-G-XgqTBfwWT_JVYzd0_KjUk929xbBIlsh_DMFP6tzU-ySvt9A9CyA/w640-h480/20210619_080914.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Seawolf at our dock</td></tr></tbody></table><br />SV TRAVERSAY IIIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16376302497587065303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046215987608879850.post-87840512791196523852022-03-16T14:48:00.005-07:002022-03-22T22:35:36.528-07:00Our Pandemic Idylls<p></p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgw2m30HesLC0TJZI-tEosjhCPhFJJlbqoBr-T6T18e8RrOdF9Je5K5uW7IVTit73wSyxEGi9aJF6UPzLVQlOpWI9ecdJZf1nL6BjOPio4GDyk_rNwNHz_TK1fwN44LgWkUFHa97WzIQt_P_jTLD7SKTTZJ3thkyYqpPaYm14Gln9X_6Pv2Xizh6FYI0g=s800" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgw2m30HesLC0TJZI-tEosjhCPhFJJlbqoBr-T6T18e8RrOdF9Je5K5uW7IVTit73wSyxEGi9aJF6UPzLVQlOpWI9ecdJZf1nL6BjOPio4GDyk_rNwNHz_TK1fwN44LgWkUFHa97WzIQt_P_jTLD7SKTTZJ3thkyYqpPaYm14Gln9X_6Pv2Xizh6FYI0g=w320-h240" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Traversay tied up behind SV 'Lapse of Reason'</td></tr></tbody></table> How wonderful to have a Boat Home and a dinghy and to be able to escape the Pandemic Woes which have ruled Our World. We chose to escape to the Winter Wilderness. The destinations we chose were free in January and February even though they tend to be crowded in the summer.<p></p><p></p><br />In January of 2021, we left the dock and made our way to Princess Louisa Inlet. We were shocked when we got there to find another boat at the dock. Duncan, Theo and Andrew were aboard and also escaping the city on a safe, wood-burning boat amusingly called ‘Lapse of Reason’. Instead of being stranded and jobless in the city, They had been exploring Wild BC. When we met them, they'd just been climbing the surrounding mountains, sleeping there in the freezing cold, and free-skiing down. We saw footage of their kayak passages in the Egmont torrents. We got to know them rather well because around the time we wanted to leave the Inlet, it froze over as a result of both colder-than usual temperatures and the large quantity of freshwater emanating from the Chatterbox Falls next to it. Our boats were frozen in, and it was impossible to leave safely so we had a warm and congenial time together ... sharing stories and food.<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh4vt-6tQxiNrcJ8Vqe9l25iCAs9pfV6R4UgKEtVWXRzKME47OoyxfPFB8kI1H7_EBJy8KeuhGrtBuQRKuODhHxEvpDgdQgaAVuvnzfGwfugqeXUKUOYgMM6XdbiIVFh8lPOTSq732ntxUbAfviYQbrmcC7EoUMaptnUCx1jApXKLGsujUXsoNy3rUrrA=s800" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh4vt-6tQxiNrcJ8Vqe9l25iCAs9pfV6R4UgKEtVWXRzKME47OoyxfPFB8kI1H7_EBJy8KeuhGrtBuQRKuODhHxEvpDgdQgaAVuvnzfGwfugqeXUKUOYgMM6XdbiIVFh8lPOTSq732ntxUbAfviYQbrmcC7EoUMaptnUCx1jApXKLGsujUXsoNy3rUrrA=w320-h240" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Frozen Princess Louisa Inlet</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh4vt-6tQxiNrcJ8Vqe9l25iCAs9pfV6R4UgKEtVWXRzKME47OoyxfPFB8kI1H7_EBJy8KeuhGrtBuQRKuODhHxEvpDgdQgaAVuvnzfGwfugqeXUKUOYgMM6XdbiIVFh8lPOTSq732ntxUbAfviYQbrmcC7EoUMaptnUCx1jApXKLGsujUXsoNy3rUrrA=s800" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></a></div><p>January of 2022 mimicked the 2021 scenario and we were lucky to find a similar solution. On Christmas Day, we took down our lights and headed to Montague Harbour where we were the sole liveaboard boat. New Years found us making our way across the Strait of Georgia, wearing many layers of PPE: in this case protective warm clothing and not medical garb. We made our way to the anchorage of Ballet Bay off Jervis Inlet. We had to keep a constant watch aboard for logs because even water-logged telephone poles can be barely afloat like huge and hungry missiles. We endured snow and very cold weather. Despite a number of residences and mooring balls in the bay, we were alone again. </p><br /><p></p><p></p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj20bL0ulwHVzDtvs_dXrRWX4uTmD-uLFQNzuNUjBZGXeKcVn3JlRCMfFN6zDckLA8x0eRk-9XscHx8H2jBFXVE8_NUByL057nd3qUfVtJJe1be6rXnUw0kjjZRXLEMHQFY5P8R7eesZlR4eXqtnmUPYnTGS3lZObtbIfHkQVjkg_BZxy9NmJCf5x6HGQ=s2816" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2112" data-original-width="2816" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj20bL0ulwHVzDtvs_dXrRWX4uTmD-uLFQNzuNUjBZGXeKcVn3JlRCMfFN6zDckLA8x0eRk-9XscHx8H2jBFXVE8_NUByL057nd3qUfVtJJe1be6rXnUw0kjjZRXLEMHQFY5P8R7eesZlR4eXqtnmUPYnTGS3lZObtbIfHkQVjkg_BZxy9NmJCf5x6HGQ=s320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ballet Bay</td></tr></tbody></table>When it was time to re-provision and go home, Larry consulted 3 sources of weather information and determined that IF we wanted to get back to home turf, the only day in the proximate future which cited favourable NW winds on the Strait of Georgia would be January 7th. All 3 weather sites forecast 20-30 knot winds. This turned out to be false, although some later changed these to a more realistic ‘After-cast’. The winds growled at us as we lifted the Main. This unprepossessing sound persisted until we left the Strait. Of course, it was preferable to other strong winds in the course of our travels which seemed to scream like banshees. We started with a double-reefed Main and had to reduce further to triple-reefing as we broached 40 knots. Our speed was well over 8 knots for most of the day going up over 9.6 knots at one point. At that speed, we were relieved when Winchelsea Control radioed back that they weren’t presently firing off any torpedoes!<p></p><p>With the wind behind or on the port quarter, we faced South for most of the way and the sun blocked our gaze from the overly plentiful supply of water-logged logs which barely grazed the surface of the Strait. We felt lucky to avoid log strike, and exhilarated in the bright shiny day and with the speed, the wind, the spray sheeting off the whitecaps and in the performance of our boat. It was a very cold day … only slightly above freezing temperatures. Hot lentil soup, a double-sided German hot water bottle and diesel heater made it all tolerable for me. As we sailed up to Dodd Narrows, a group of at least 9 stellar sea lions surfaced near us, snorting and frolicking in the waves with their noses above the water. It was their kind of weather. 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There, on the edge of the great Pacific Ocean we found the beauty which is difficult to find in our event-driven lives in modern cities. We had made several previous visits to this area ... once in September of 1994 on Traversay II and on chartered Dive Tours with the great fish/invertebrate expert Dr. Andy Lamb. This time we were all alone for three weeks except for one short visit by a boat sent out by the DFO (Department of Oceans and Fisheries) which investigated us and found no evidence of fishing gear aboard ... just photos of the beautiful sea stars and underwater creatures we had taken.<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhytwigF6E8UJdA3-NN1k_LpQ4Xld-ULv-Sa_opsoNVWlyG833jOn1f5oO9WRVmuyWkZuUkjPZ_Rjzi8-dm0vYJEedYwe9HyAXS9h316e4q9hrgwNkraDzCgnaSD3PfaxoAWn-nfQOGH0SH0BP3dDD-OOYxHn4O_H6mXPRKV_nXGfQdb4rIsd8XFjoGxw=s805" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="805" data-original-width="600" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhytwigF6E8UJdA3-NN1k_LpQ4Xld-ULv-Sa_opsoNVWlyG833jOn1f5oO9WRVmuyWkZuUkjPZ_Rjzi8-dm0vYJEedYwe9HyAXS9h316e4q9hrgwNkraDzCgnaSD3PfaxoAWn-nfQOGH0SH0BP3dDD-OOYxHn4O_H6mXPRKV_nXGfQdb4rIsd8XFjoGxw=w239-h320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bat Star a<i>steria miniata<br /><br /></i><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><p>Some of the species which are only prolific on the edge of the ocean are the 'Bat Star' which comes in shades of bright red (ahown here), teal blue, green, brown purple/white and mottled purple/red. </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>Larry was able to capture photos of the green surf anemones on a dive during the high tide at Effingam Islet. We saw very few fish, a few nudibranchs and many of the beautiful and prolific iconic white plumose anemones which can be seen clinging to the underside of docks all over British Columbia.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><p><br /></p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhYYIKcaNEnNLleRhNW3bP28VGWDQBlbQwQQj4oVTmlt1SJZuDjx-lqzquzagASZy_qPATRnJz9GFxmnegMy_rNFwXJrLMewvNUDkbrYy5eN4aMkpnaNALWImOJWd2tgkJhjYZqGZfyjwgdC5KpFI2oNt8P5eRhJHRFWKmIb0fgCne0qeixu0R2FWwhyQ=s800" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="603" data-original-width="800" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhYYIKcaNEnNLleRhNW3bP28VGWDQBlbQwQQj4oVTmlt1SJZuDjx-lqzquzagASZy_qPATRnJz9GFxmnegMy_rNFwXJrLMewvNUDkbrYy5eN4aMkpnaNALWImOJWd2tgkJhjYZqGZfyjwgdC5KpFI2oNt8P5eRhJHRFWKmIb0fgCne0qeixu0R2FWwhyQ=s320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">green surf anemone <i>anthopleura xantho<br /><br /><br /><br /></i><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p> </p><div><br /></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEidQ1ez4aZW4sAVuNXgULREGCGcsyiJ1Kc3Y4fLBrgjzOuSF9C_CsNVjXdQE52ucDjeBlzOnru9OhAJ6JP_d1IRUHbaSuUU3SbHzaAZqp-cUD_j-7VFZ1EOSXRtNn3R82j2xxj6fUhgtNk_tSFsMt-xjN0yHpyV2fPWDrY7CDs9Hcf2aWQ73THniVY0Vw=s800" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEidQ1ez4aZW4sAVuNXgULREGCGcsyiJ1Kc3Y4fLBrgjzOuSF9C_CsNVjXdQE52ucDjeBlzOnru9OhAJ6JP_d1IRUHbaSuUU3SbHzaAZqp-cUD_j-7VFZ1EOSXRtNn3R82j2xxj6fUhgtNk_tSFsMt-xjN0yHpyV2fPWDrY7CDs9Hcf2aWQ73THniVY0Vw=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">giant plumose anemone <i>metridium farcimen</i> </td></tr></tbody></table></div>SV TRAVERSAY IIIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16376302497587065303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046215987608879850.post-63286192464990081092020-05-03T11:05:00.004-07:002020-05-11T08:59:47.539-07:00Our Book: Around the World with Traversay III<span style="font-size: large;">Aboard Traversay III at Causeway Marina, Victoria British Columbia, CANADA</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Since we last wrote a blog, the whole world has been locked down. Larry has been spending his time working on various boat projects, including trying to make hardware and software to hook up with our failed sonar. I have published a book: </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> <b>Around the World with Traversay III </b>by Mary Anne Unrau</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">The custom-built steel sailboat Traversay III (launched in November 2000) has taken Laurence Roberts and Mary Anne Unrau over 120,000 nautical miles and has crossed every meridian and reached latitudes from 65 S on the Antarctic Peninsula to 80 N at the northwest tip of Spitsbergen. Ports of Call have included such diverse spots as Pitcairn, South Georgia, Hamburg, Darwin and the Northwest Passage with lots of places between. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">If you want to read more about our travels, a Kindle E-book or paperback <a href="https://www.amazon.ca/s?k=around+the+world+with+Traversay+III&i=stripbooks&ref=nb_sb_noss"><b><i>Around the World with Traversay III</i></b> </a>can be purchased at <a href="https://www.amazon.ca/s?k=around+the+world+with+Traversay+III&i=stripbooks&ref=nb_sb_noss">Amazon</a> in Canada at <a href="https://www.amazon.ca/s?k=Around+the+World+with+Traversay+III&ref=nb_sb_noss">this link</a>:</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">in the U.S. go to <a href="https://www.amazon.com/s?k=Around+the+World+with+Traversay+III&i=stripbooks-intl-ship&ref=nb_sb_noss">this link</a>: </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">in England go to <a href="https://www.amazon.co.uk/s?k=Around+the+World+with+Traversay+III&i=stripbooks&ref=nb_sb_noss">this link</a> :</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">in Japan go to <a href="https://www.amazon.co.jp/Around-World-Traversay-III-English-ebook/dp/B087NWRYBT/ref=sr_1_1?__mk_ja_JP=%E3%82%AB%E3%82%BF%E3%82%AB%E3%83%8A&dchild=1&keywords=Around+the+World+with+Traversay+III&qid=1589210407&sr=8-1">this link</a> :</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">in Australia and New Zealand go to <a href="https://www.amazon.com.au/s?k=Around+the+World+with+Traversay+III&i=stripbooks&ref=nb_sb_noss">this link</a>:</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">From your friends, Mary Anne Unrau and Larry Roberts</span>SV TRAVERSAY IIIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16376302497587065303noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046215987608879850.post-25096891913172247832018-09-18T09:06:00.000-07:002018-09-18T09:06:59.363-07:00On our way to Port HardyThe focus of this trip was to visit Haida Gwaii once again after 24 years, and also to bring our friend Nancy along with what had promised to be a most amazing time.<br />
We have now been able to accomplish this ... our visits to the various sites were truly memorable. We enjoyed every one of the Watchmen and the animals we encountered, and we were also gifted with nearly perfect weather. Even on the one night when we had to leave our anchored spot near Queen Charlotte Village, we actually got to motor close (but not TOO close) to what we later learned was a large tourist hotel. It had 'slipped its moorings' and was proceeding - seemingly unsupervised - to an unstable resting spot on an island very near QC Village. It must have found its way in much the same fashion that those tiny pelagic jellyfish I see make their way - being driven by the currents.<br />
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We only found out what had happened a few days later when a announcement on the ship's radio advised all boat traffic to stay a safe distance away. There were issues - such as explosions (they must have been using propane for cooking) or hazardous materials involved. We HAD noticed on the Monday that we returned to QCV that the Oil Recovery vessel we had seen in Prince Rupert and several fast RIB-loads of workers were in evidence around the village.<br />
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Now we will have rather ugly weather for a few days. We are expecting to motor for 8 hours a day so we can get to Port Hardy on Thursday, when Nancy will be leaving to go back to Ottawa.<br />
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So farewell for now - we hope you have enjoyed our latest blog entries.SV TRAVERSAY IIIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16376302497587065303noreply@blogger.com2Unnamed Road, Central Coast A, BC, Canada52.18983359833387 -128.1073868129394752.170362598333867 -128.14772731293948 52.209304598333873 -128.06704631293945tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046215987608879850.post-76440434835723391662018-09-17T11:52:00.002-07:002018-09-17T12:44:13.401-07:00A Great Time had by All<br />
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Yesterday we finished our 18-hour crossing over from Rose
Harbour by finishing up in Quigley Cove. We were greeted by Courtney on the
deck of her boat ‘Great Blue Heron’ which was rafted alongside Matt and Joss’s
boat ‘Nancy Blackett’. Courtney is a geographer by discipline, but is largely interested
in all the marine and animal aspects of this Wilderness. She offered to come
with us on a dinghy trip to see if we could find any of the wolves she had
heard very early in the morning. However, we were anxious to relax after the
long trip and invited all 4 young people aboard Traversay III for dinner once
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Quigley Cove is an offshoot from Laredo Inlet. This is where
our friends Matt and Joss and Courtney’s boyfriend Tristan are currently working
on a dive Survey of the Sea Cucumber population. The survey is principally
sponsored by the Nation here in nearby Clemtu (this is who is paying them) centred in Klemtu but it <span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">has the
nominal support of the federal Department of Fisheries and Oceans. All these
young people </span>have been well-schooled by their studies at the University
of Victoria – and this is where we met when Nancy Blackett shared a dock in
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The various First Nations in this part of BC (including the Haida over on Haida Gwaii) had the foresight to undertake these
studies more than twenty years ago … and so far Matt and Joss have worked on
several species and we heard about this one and one which i geoduck clams
(panopea abrupta). The ‘kids’ arrived with some amazing fresh scallops and two
varied sauces. Even Larry ate them fresh, sliced and uncooked <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>– he who normally eschews any raw meat. Our
conversation was animated by Joss’s description of their collecting procedure …
she has a huge bag into which she stuffs all the sea cucumbers she can find –
the mesh bag (weightless underwater) drags her to a stop when it
catches on a tiny orange cup coral. By the time she tries to surface it ‘gains
weight’ losing the buoyancy of the water and it can be 320 lbs!<o:p></o:p></div>
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and geoducks are staples of the diet here for West Coast Nations. Her
descriptions of trying to cook and enjoy sea cucumbers (which seemed to turn
into a sludgy unappetizing mass) and the way they vacuum up the geoduck clams (who
have long fleshy siphons with foreskin-like outer coverings) were both graphic
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These incredibly well-trained young professionals are even
more discouraged about the state of the world than we are. Tristan – an ichthyologist
or <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>‘fish geek’ as Courtney calls him –
described the awful destruction and havoc caused in Chile’s marine environment
where Norwegian companies (having been shut down in their own country by
increasing public knowledge and concern) emigrated to Chile (and Canada) -
buying the cheapest and most dangerous forms of technology and causing further
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If you read our blog further back (while we were diving in
Patagonia) you would read that the salmon industry in Chile had to be shut down
some years ago due to fish disease. You would also have read that all the
shellfish populations have been shut to collectors and fishermen by Red Tide.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You will also note that the only coastal
fishing industry has switched to collecting the lovely ‘Centolla’ crab and
these animals were much smaller than those we saw 10 years ago, and vast
numbers seem to be sent off to Europe and North America. There seemed to be no
regulation of the crab-pots (were they emptied at the end of the season, was
there even a Season?) and there was no attempt to clean up the leftover mess
from the Salmoneras. We saw waves of These problems are also besetting Canada’s coastlines. The
Haida are among the only public body which are active in trying to stop the destruction.
If you read this, look up the *MLSS* and join it – for a small amount you can be
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In addition to airing their educated views about the state of the environment, we also managed to have a GREAT load of fun. It all started when – questioned
by me about dietary concerns – Matt responded by saying “We are all vegans who
drink only pure water!” He knows about my despair trying to entertain people
who each have 3 or 4 DIFFERENT food prohibitions. It turned out that they now eat everything – even if
at one time they did have vegetarian leanings. Being out in this wilderness
with limited opportunities for provisioning - they have been re- converted to conventional eating habits. On the menu were the scallops (with
white wine), a warm red cabbage salad with bacon, goat cheese and pine nuts
followed by rotini with meat sauce and Larry’s Traversay III dessert (mandarin
oranges, frozen blueberries and orange liqueur). We set out the red wine, and
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We have just returned from visiting the best surviving remnants of a Haida village. The day has been windy, but gloriously sunny. We managed to find a safe anchoring site nearby, and walked the wooden boardwalk past the empty Watchman's cottage and over to the totem-filled site. The poles were upright and in good condition … they were slightly more weathered than when I first saw them in 1994, but perhaps some effort has gone into their preservation as this is the only site on our trip which is actually designated as a World Heritage site.
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We are back in Rose Harbour after the 1 hr and 15 minute trip from Ninstints. Although we saw smoke curling from the fireplace, no one answered our radio call (often WE don't hear radio calls) and we felt unsafe bringing the dinghy in to shore as the water seemed very shallow. At any rate, we're very busy preparing for our Big Trip back to Laredo Channel. We'll leave here at 8pm and it will be about a 21 hour trip. We're looking forward to meeting our friends Joss Schneider and Matt Hopkins. They've been busy doing marine research surveys for the Dept. of Fisheries in this part of the world for the last few years. We saw them the night before we left for our trip to Australia and Chile (that was on May 1, 2016) so it will be a happy reunion. It's 5pm and I have just left the dinner (beef with mushrooms, carrots, potatoes and dried figs) happily simmering in the pressure cooker.
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I'll go out to help Larry heft the deflated dinghy into the forward hold and the dinner will be ready at 6pm. That leaves plenty of time for Larry to do his oil change and for Nancy to attack the pile of dishes. Maybe I'll help today.SV TRAVERSAY IIIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16376302497587065303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046215987608879850.post-51358454175873877712018-09-15T08:59:00.000-07:002018-09-17T12:40:22.252-07:00We Hit the Jackpot!We Hit the Jackpot!<br />
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As we returned to Bag Harbour yesterday after our trip to
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We were delighted as we had been scanning the shoreline
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After the bears had both disappeared into the woods (perhaps
to set off over the mountain) and I still had the camera ‘at the ready’ the
clever twosome (Larry and Nancy) spotted some sea lions nearby, rearing up and
playing with each other and clearly interested in us. It was not a surprise
since on our entry Thursday night into the Bag anchorage, we spotted at least
eight sea lions gambolling in the waves in a huge and happy group. We managed
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I had taken my small waterproof camera for our dinghy trip
to Burnaby Narrows. This is a narrow tidal passage that winds it’s way between
Burnaby Island and Moresby Island. When we were here 24 years ago, we were able
to take Traversay II through it. But we are much larger (especially Trav III)
and older (especially Larry and myself) now so we decided yesterday not to risk
our boat between the dangerous rocks. Nonetheless, the Captain thoroughly
prepared for our little jaunt – printing out a map and instructions from the
book: ‘The North Coast of BC’ (Douglass & Hemmingway Douglass) as the
Transport Canada directions for sailors are not accurate. A method probably
introduced thousands of years ago for navigating such a passage is used here by
the fishermen (and now boaters) who ply these waters. A series of markers and
the helmsman’s good eye-brain-hand co-ordination are used for each of the
turning points in the route. Only when the boat is moved so that the markers are
juxtaposed directly over and under each other will you be in the correct place
to avoid a collision with the rocks. Of course, one can only use this channel
at high tide when the rocks are completely hidden. Of course, by using the
dinghy we could choose to go during a falling tide so that we could see some of
the underwater life and get a few photos of the blue and orange bat seastars
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We had heard that Bag H was a great place for salmon fishing
(and that’s why there were bears and sea lions). Even though we don’t fish we
did eat salmon (smoked salmon sandwiches for lunch and a cooked salmon with
pasta and spicy salsa for dinner). Another vegetable was about to fail, so I
used it to make a Cauliflower and Almond creamed soup for lunch. There’s enough
of the soup to feed us at noon today, and I cooked enough salmon last night to
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On our way into our current anchorage of Rose Harbour we
passed several rocks which had an immense Sea Lion Rookery. Larry’s photos have
not yet been edited, but I’m certain we’ll have some good ones. So we hit the Jackpot
as far as having contact with a lot of the animals we had hoped to see during
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We also got a chance to see and talk to a few other humans …
we were questioned by a Parks Canada patrol boat while we were at Jedway. The old
iron ore mine here was used to ship tons of ore to Japan in the mid-20<sup>th</sup>
Century. When we were here in the 1990s we went ashore just to look at the old
townsite – seeing rusted bedsprings and abandoned bicycles. Fortunately, we had
mentioned our desire to re-visit the site when we were getting our passports at
the Heritage Centre in Skidegate. Larry relayed this information to the polite
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On Tuesday after the large raven bade us farewell in K'uuna (Skedans) we hastened back to the boat and placed the frozen deer meat in the freezer, which is gradually emptying.
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Wednesday I got up and looked for a venison recipe. I unloaded a bag of dairy products from the refrigerator, and I made room for the marinated deer meat and the two containers of cold pear soup. We have no handy internet or 'Google' out here so fortunately I found a recipe for venison stew. It was in a lovely old cookbook which a former piano student had gifted me with at least thirty years ago. I set to work. The meat was thawed, and then it was marinated in an oil, fresh thyme and brandy sauce in the 'fridge for 5 hours. It was then taken out of the marinade (which was saved) and dried with paper towels. A roux (made of flour added to butter) was created in the pot along with onions. The deer meat was popped in with more thyme, salt and pepper and mushrooms and it was browned before being covered with red wine and cooked under maximum pressure for 20 minutes. Meanwhile, baby potatoes and a cup of frozen baby carrots were prepared to add to the venison along with the used but still good saved marinade. Everyone agreed that this was a marvelous tribute to the deer which Dee-D said she had thanked for giving its life - a traditional Haida invocation of gratitude to Nature's bounty. I fully realized throughout this time of preparation that my European way of cooking (particularly the use of liquor) was very much against what would have been the cooking method of the Haida. It also goes against the current desire of many of these people - they view alcohol as one of the European introductions which has most contributed to the ruin of their culture.
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This trip has been very different from our earlier trips. That's because I wanted to make really special food for my friend Nancy after her many years of service to her Muse - Classical music. For this magical trip to the Gwaii Haanas Park it would be possible to have some exciting cuisine. This time we have been able to store a great number of fresh vegetables and fruits. Many of them are in a hatch at the back of the boat. Unfortunately they can still get hot with the beautiful sunny weather we've been blessed with. So I usually take them out at night to chill down thoroughly under the canopy of the dodger (sprayhood for those sailing friends in London who might read this!). I had to throw out a soggy and overheated container of spinach - one lot had already been used up in a warm spinach salad - a great (but easy) - recipe in 'Whitewater Cooks'. Larry won our first of this series of cookbooks books at the Cruising Sailor's Rendezvous we attended in August. Along with losing the spinach, the mushrooms were also getting unappetizing, but they added great flavour to the stew. Alas, I'd noticed that the bosc pears were also definitely past their 'use by' date. I found a delicious salad recipe with lettuce, bosc pear, blue cheese and maple-candied pecans (also in WW Cooks) and retrieved a cold pear, kefir, cinnamon with a small splash of orange liqueur recipe from my trusty Pressure Cooker cookbook. These were ready to go on this active day. Not too many of our provisions are going to waste. I have plenty of red and green cabbage and root vegetables and Granny Smith apples laid by so we won't lack fresh vegetables. Of course, there's also a plentiful supply of limes and some lemons so scurvy will never be an issue on this vessel. It would be hard to explain missing teeth and rotten gums to our dentists and families!
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On Wednesday between preparing and eating all of that, we reached the little island of Tanu (T'aanuu Linagaay in the Haida language) and found that the Watchmen had already departed for home for the Season. However, the wonderful presentation which Dee-D had given us the day before enabled us to identify many of the moss-covered wooden relics of this former stronghold of the Haida. This is where the grave of artist Bill Reid is buried under a beautiful marker and under his Haida name. When I visited here in 1994, the day was rough, windy and dark and the aspect of the island appeared dark and mystical to me - wandering amongst the ghosts of the past alone. Larry had to stay out on Traversay II while I rowed ashore. This time, we were together with Nancy and we had a brilliant day. The streaks of sunlight which managed to penetrate through the heavy mantle of spruce branches high overhead rendered a varied celebration of the colour 'Green'. A deer wandered into view, hesitated, went inland foraging and then decided that we weren't a threat and lingered to have its picture taken. We followed the path marked out by white shells. Upon discovering a 'nest' of white shells, I planted one beside the path and remembered our daughter Alice who would have loved to be with us.
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That evening our anchorage was visited by six eagles whose distinctive cry drew us out to watch them scavenging on the beach.
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We got up early yesterday because of the long day of motoring which awaited us. We were anxious to get to Hotspring Island. It has reverted to it's historic name which I cannot pronounce - Gandll K'in Gwaay.yaay. We were met at the beach by Watchman Sean who is an anthropologist with a musician wife and small daughter. They were busy getting ready to leave for winter quarters in Skidegate where Sean is the Director of the Haida Heritage Centre (which we visited on Saturday). The island has recovered from an earthquake in 2012 which relocated some of the hot sulphur spring water with which it is gifted. Today, with new structures and improved basins for the hot pools there are three pools to choose from. The hottest is about 105 degrees and this is where Seans' relatives Derek and son Eric were relaxing. While Nancy preferred to stay in the 100 degree water, we each found these waters very soothing for our aching and ageing bones and bodies. This island is a 'must' for the many tourists who arrive on tour boats. Sean had guided more than 40 tourists on Wednesday. Despite the lovely sulphur treatment, I had knee trouble last evening. After a stew and corn-on-the-cob dinner, Nancy 'forced' me to relax on the couch, also lending me her knee support. The most relaxing part of my day arrives every evening when Nancy insists on doing all the collected dishes. Larry provided a climax to the wonderful day by bringing out the Cookies-n-Cream ice cream which he had secreted at the bottom of the freezer.
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At 2018-09-14 12:55 (utc) our position was 52°20.84'N 131°21.79'WSV TRAVERSAY IIIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16376302497587065303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046215987608879850.post-56144384303673616962018-09-12T21:46:00.001-07:002018-09-17T12:30:20.501-07:00K'uuna Linagaay (Skedans)<br />
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Yesterday we met some quite incredible humans. They have been spending immense spiritual and physical energy to help people from all over the world to understand the traditions which animated the Haida culture. Dee-Dee met our little dinghy on the waterfront when we towed our dinghy ashore. She was just finishing guiding a large expedition tour group along the carefully laid out pathway through the historic village of K'uuna or Skedans (that's the European name). Dee-D is one of the watchmen of the islands who teach us what it means to be of Haida origin. So far this year nearly 4,000 people will have visited this site as the tourists depart and the season draws to a close.
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Dee-D invited us to wait at the firepit near the beach, but we were sidetracked by re-meeting Jennifer and Julia on their way to the Watchmen's hut. Nancy and I had met them in the laundromat in QCV on Saturday. They filled us in on the adventures they had been having with their group. So we tagged along into the hut where watchman Eric and Dee-D finished with the group by gifting them with freshly baked cinnamon buns. We talked about whales, the Haida art that has vanished into Japanese collections and to Museums all over the world, and watched Eric weaving a tiny basket using red cedar bark strips.
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Then we followed Dee-D into the forest. We looked at the remains of long houses, we heard about the 'mother cedar' house supports which formerly upheld the large individual houses and the community longhouse (home of the overall birth Chief), about the funerary mortuary poles and about the potlatches (celebrations) which formed the basis of this same chief's lasting gifts to the members of his clan. The two Clans of the Haida had either the Eagle or the Raven as their emblem, and the two Clans we locked into a collaborative effort because one's house could only be built by the alternate clan. Dee-D made clear to us the impressionistic cedar art-works which had adorned the village in times past. She told us about the rebellion of the Haida people when their trees and seabeds were ruthlessly logged or despoiled and how they managed to stop the progress of 'civilization' and create the Park in collaboration with Parks Canada.
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Dee-D explained how her grandmother had taught her the Haida belief: that we ALL own the earth - not just one or two of us - we are all inheritors. And afterwards, she gifted us with beautiful red salal jam and some deer which she says was thanked for all those of us who are now partaking in the meat he provided.
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After we left Dee-D in K'uuna ... we saw this raven which watched until Larry took his photo ... he flew away just as we were about to depart!
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<br>Dee-D invited us to wait at the firepit near the beach, but we were sidetracked by re-meeting Jennifer and Julia on their way to the Watchmen's hut. Nancy and I had met them in the laundromat in QCV on Saturday. They filled us in on the adventures they had been having with their group. So we tagged along into the hut where watchman Eric and Dee-D finished with the group by gifting them with freshly baked cinnamon buns. We talked about whales, the Haida art that has vanished into Japanese collections and to Museums all over the world, and watched Eric weaving a tiny basket using red cedar bark strips.
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<br>Then we followed Dee-D into the forest. We looked at the remains of long houses, we heard about the 'mother cedar' house supports which formerly upheld the large individual houses and the community longhouse (home of the overall birth Chief), about the funerary mortuary poles and about the potlatches (celebrations) which formed the basis of this same chief's lasting gifts to the members of his clan. The two Clans of the Haida had either the Eagle or the Raven as their emblem, and the two Clans we locked into a collaborative effort because one's house could only be built by the alternate clan. Dee-D made clear to us the impressionistic cedar art-works which had adorned the village in times past. She told us about the rebellion of the Haida people when their trees and seabeds were ruthlessly logged or despoiled and how they managed to stop the progress of 'civilization' and create the Park in collaboration with Parks Canada.
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<br>Dee-D explained how her grandmother had taught her the Haida belief: that we ALL own the earth - not just one or two of us - we are all inheritors. And afterwards, she gifted us with beautiful red salal jam and some deer which she says was thanked for all those of us who are now partaking in the meat he provided.
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<br>And today we walked through the high green forest and the mossy remains of the beautiful village of Taanu. I was on the island all alone 24 years ago. Larry had stayed out on Traversay II because it was too rough to leave the boat anchored. I rowed ashore and visited the silent green groves and the graveyard. We didn't see the graveyard today but we have read that famed artist Bill Reid (sculptor of the Jade Canoe - a centerpiece of the Vancouver International Airport) is buried in Taanu.
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<br>After we left Dee-D in K'uuna ... we saw this raven which watched until Larry took his photo ... he flew away just as we were about to depart!SV TRAVERSAY IIIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16376302497587065303noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046215987608879850.post-75217115917877339642018-09-11T07:24:00.000-07:002018-09-11T07:32:30.313-07:00Leaving Queen Charlotte VillageWe have had an exciting few days here.<br />
On Saturday evening, after having visited the Interpretive Centre in Skidegate (a few miles east of QCV) a large storm broke and carried wrenching waves in from the east (which is totally exposed to those troublesome east winds). They could have wrenched our anchor out - so Larry decided we should leave immediately. Which we did in the pouring rain. We passed a large structure which looked like a hotel (no lights on, but a small motor launch parked on it's windward side). We hypothesized that it was probably the 'floating research lab' used by the many science and tech people who serve here over the summers for the jointly-operated Canadian National Parks Service and the Haida Gwaii Nation.<br />
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Yesterday, when the Captain deemed it safe to go back to QCV. we motored past it - it had travelled all the way to a small island and was snugged down at a strange angle on the shore.<br />
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We much enjoyed the orientation on Saturday given by Jodi Bissett who agreed to come in and give us the talk - along with the 'passports' which we need to carry with us whenever we are on the lands of the Haida Gwaii in the coming days. Larry and I have been here before - he in the 1980s and both of us in 1993 - but it was good to review the issues so that we can comply with all the rules for visiting this magical land.<br />
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It's early on Tuesday now, and we're motoring towards the east, preparatory to 'rouding a corner' and going into the heart of Moresby Island, where all the Woreld Heritage Sites of this Nation are centred.<br />
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So this is our last chance to post a few photos - these are of one of the totems outside the Centre in Skidegate. Each figure in this structure (see closeup) has intrinsic characteristics and meaning for the Haida Gwaii culture. They often represent the animals which are of most importance to the particular clan within the First Nation.<br />
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SV TRAVERSAY IIIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16376302497587065303noreply@blogger.com0Unknown location.53.240896399353147 -132.0961513247169753.202897899353147 -132.17683232471697 53.278894899353148 -132.01547032471697tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1046215987608879850.post-40405285221196320282018-09-06T21:20:00.000-07:002018-09-09T10:01:17.233-07:00On the Move Again!<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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We've anchored Traversay III in a cozy and scenic little anchorage on the edge of Hecate Strait, British Columbia - several channels west of the mainland. We are in Griffiths Harbour - set to leave at 6 in the morning for the fabled islands of Haida Gwaii.
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Since our last posting from Victoria (on June 1) we have reinstated ourselves into the Canadian patchwork - re-discovering (or inventing) our identity assisted by our friends and many relatives and with the help of the CBC (Canadian Broadcasting Corporation) which regularly addresses both Canada's issues within the country and our relationship with the (usually friendly - but now bullying) United States. We have visited doctors and dentists, we've renewed relationships with High School friend Kathy McLeod from Edmonton and formed new relationships with other sailors in the Bluewater Cruising Association which we joined several years ago. We attended our first 'rally' ever, and it was a LOT of fun. We have also joined the more international group of sailors who are bonded within the Offshore Cruising Club ... we are missing our chance to 'cruise' the Gulf Islands here on the coast of British Columbia with them because early in the New Year we had organized this trip.
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We're having a lot of company aboard this summer season ... in early August we had the 6-person family of our daughter Hope (with husband Darin) and their 4 children - YEP! - we all somehow fit aboard and everyone seemed to have fun - even 4-month-old Wolfgang! This is the third lengthy voyage with the three older children : Ainsley (12), Brynn (10) and Seven (9) so they are quite attuned to the whole experience. They loved re-visiting the farm on Prevost Island with all the animals and Pirate's Cove with it's treasure chest. They had saved unwanted small toys, jewelry, toy cars, snorkels and goggles which were too small etc. In return, Brynn found the name and address of a pen pal. And they discovered a very noisy and somewhat irritating baby toy which little Wolfgang just loved!<br />
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We attended a fantastic family wedding in Vancouver, sent the kids home to Ontario, and immediately set off for Prince Rupert. We left behind the red sun of Vancouver (suffering because of the large forest fires in the interior of the province) and 12 days later we arrived in Prince Rupert. On our first night at our customary dinner out after a voyage, the engaging waitress - when asked about the possibility of fires up here said "You could drench the whole of this area with gasoline and then try to light it, and it would never light because it's so wet!"
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And - indeed - even now it is RAINING outside. We are cozy and warm after a beautiful day of sun motoring down from Prince Rupert with our friend Nancy Sturdevant. She has joined us from Ottawa to spend the month. We'll be touring Haida Gwaii and then busily making our way back down to Victoria.<br />
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We're happy that the almost-limitless forest we see here will never have to succumb to flames, but we hope that the rain will stop long enough so that we can have a good look at the abandoned villages and artifacts which tell the tale of the many years of native habitation on Haida Gwaii.
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At 2018-09-07 04:09 (utc) our position was 53°35.98'N 130°32.72'W<br />
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