The thought has been milling about in my head for a couple of days, but night before last I finally decided it's time to head back south. If I didn't start heading that way soon I might not be back by mid-October as I told Seaton I would. Plus, I promised my daughters I'd be somewhere Skype-accessible for my birthday next Tuesday. The weather is conspiring against me with gale warnings on Georgia and Johnstone Straits, but I'd just have to see what happened.
With grey clouds overhead and occasional drizzle, the short ten mile transit to in Lund made a casual day of it. I pulled straight in to the pump out station, shifted Mabrouka 50 feet up the dock to tie up for the night, then went up for a nice lunch at Nancy's Bakery.
Waiting for my polenta/chili casserole, casual conversation introduced me to Jennifer Blampin. She introduced me to her friend Miles Potter. (I hope I've gotten their names right. Jennifer's handwriting was a little cryptic to me.) They're local residents (at least more local than I am) who work on log homes together. (See www.islandloghomerepairs.com)
Miles basically said, "If it can be done with a chainsaw, I'm your man," but I though to myself that I wouldn't let him anywhere near Mabrouka. We had a nice conversation about different means for exploring the northwest by land and by sea and about building log cabins and cobb houses. Miles and Jennifer appeared to me to be nice, down home people who were enjoying life.
Lund Harbour is basically open to the west with only a series of floating breakwaters to protect it from the swell of a northwesterly or southwesterly wind. Although it was a little bit noisy and I did roll around a little bit, it was voyage planning more than weather that kept me awake last night. How can I set off on an ocean voyage if I'm intimidated by a little 30 knot gale in relatively enclosed waters. I am reading Maiden Voyage, the sailing memoir of Tania Aebi who, at the age of 18, set off on a two-year solo circumnavigation of the globe. Come on man, get some balls!
Anyway, I'm here at The Historic Lund Hotel
poaching their internet signal for these blog posts, and the wind is whistling, ...no, moaning outside. I've overheard conversations at the front desk around the corner about probably power loss. Sorry Tania, I think I'm going to wimp out and stay another day.