It’s a somewhat chillier-than-it-has-been morning at anchor here in Roche Harbor, there is a high marine layer coupled with solid fog out in the passages between the islands, plus two little fronts are moving through. The forecast called for chance of showers, that hasn’t happened yet that I’ve noticed.
We are anchored next to Evviva, the 50m power boat complete with helicopter on the upper rear landing deck, apparently the boat is owned by the founder of Bayliner. It’s huge! The seaplanes are also making their presence known, with several last night and the second one this morning came in and landed directly behind Beetle (they flew past Evviva at about head height), causing a small Macgregor boat to suddenly swerve out of the plane’s path. We’re in a resort town, and the traffic and clientel would sure back that up. There’s a super convenient grocery store right on the wharf in front of the resort, and bocce ball courts in front of the lime kilns (kilns no longer operational). Lots of fun to be here. We played bocce ball for a while and discovered that Cameron is quite good at it.
Yesterday we departed Port Browning mid-morning and tooled on out to Boundary Pass, this time with zero fog to contend with. The current was with us through to Stuart Island and then we were upstream salmon over to Roche. My brother was already at anchor in Roche Harbor with his family on Dad’s Monaro. The goal was to hook up with them on the US Customs dock, head out to anchor Beetle, then run in with the dinghy to the wharf and see what’s what. The US Customs lady let us back in to the country (always nice that they will do that), no problems with the checkin. It was interesting to watch her hold up the passport and carefully compare my visage with the image in the passport – I must still look enough like the picture that she let me go. And Kristen was asked to remove her sunglasses so the agent could see Kristen’s face, which must also look like her picture, so Kristen was allowed in as well. It’s a busy Customs dock, when you’re done you are expected to depart immediately, which we did.
After bocce ball
Duncan ran the Monaro around the bay to Garrison Bay (or cove?) as the anchorage would be better for them
. Garrison is
located perhaps a mile further into the bay and has
shallower water than Beetle cares for, so I followed them in the dinghy and we all went for a walk at English Camp. There was almost a war right here on San Juan Island over a pig, resulting in the Americans setting up a camp a bit further down the island and the English setting up their camp right here. Sounds like for the next 12 years they observed each other, never shot at each other, and finally the Germans stepped in as mediators and declared the island was the proprty of the Americans. Most civilized ‘war’, as it were.
This morning the crab pot is down, hopefully there will be crabs tonight as Kristen is looking forward to having
a crab for dinner. I’ve been reading a book called The World Rushed In, which is the diary of a fellow that traveled in 1849 from New York
t to California to participate in the California Gold Rush. It’s rather well done, as the author/historian has added a great deal of information surrounding the events to add context to what the original diary writer is describing as he travels across the US by ox cart. I had forgotten that the California Missions were Spanish builtin in the 1700s to prevent the Russians from staking claim to California. This is the sort of stuff we learned in 4th grade California History class, and something I had not through much about since then. Kinda fun!
at anchor in Roche Harbor, as observed from the Monaro. The little boat in back is Evviva, with the helicopter bringing up the rear. The sky is remnants of the small front moving through.
Kristen in the water at Gambier Island, with the camp where we went for a walk in the saddle of the island behind her. The water was 70 degrees, super warm for up here.
Our neighbor here are Roche Harbor. Note the helicopter on top! Everybody should have one of those toys. They are using an anchor bridle on their chain, something I haven’t see a lot of the big yachts do up here.
The noisy neighbor takes off, not very far from our stern. He went by perhaps two boat lengths away, and they go fast!
Much fun to watch.
And here’s the stripped-down military boat hanging out at Gambier Island. A rather unusual sight in amongst all the greenery of the islands. Hopefully the artifical reef group can resolve any issues and place the boat underwater right where they want it to be.