Refuge in Refuge Cove (back-dated from 09/23)
20 September 2013 | Refuge Cove on Cortes Island in Desolation Sound, Canada
Too late. My short trek from Roscoe Bay seeking shelter from the storm missed the season end and all I have found in Refuge Harbor is empty docks void of water or electricity and stores, shops, and restaurants unmanned by their proprietors. My solo approach to the barren facility was apathetically observed by a careless couple who sat on the porch of their house float, offering none of the usual friendly docking assistance a fellow yachtsman would have offered. Perhaps I just impressed them with the skill and control of my approach, but I doubt it.
I allow that it may be the result of choice rather than entropy, but the rustic appearance of the ramshackle facilities led me to conclude that Refuge Cove is on the downward side of the conflict that I tried to describe in yesterday’s post. Yet, I am ready to apologize to the kind residents of this co-op community if, instead, they feel this relationship with their setting reflects symbiosis rather than conflict.
Still, it was with disappointment that I hunkered down, sheltering in Mabrouka’s warm, dry salon while waves of rain colored the docks and buildings in dark, wet hues of brown and grey. Over sausages folded into warm, Italian-style buns that were eased down with my own version of rum punch (strawberry lemonade with a healthy dose of Captain Morgan’s spiced rum), I made plans for my next assault on civilization. Early morning would see me headed further west around the rock-strewn southern jut of Cortes Island to the Gorge Harbour Resort where I expected to find year-round moorage boasting such luxuries as wifi, hot tubs, and groceries.