The mirror smooth sea reflected the fog so perfectly we could not determine whether the Scoters were landing on the water at our bow or flying high above our mast. Fog horns blasted in the distance while James targeted every blimp on the radar, reporting to me. . . 2.5 miles at 11 o’clock off our bow, traveling at 6 knots, considered dangerous!

God’s Pocket was our first target after leaving Fury Cove. No, I didn’t invent these names. The fog formed a ribbon just ahead of us, rolling away just enough to entice us on. It lead us past Port Hardy and keep rolling u til we reached Port McNeil, anchor down, and an hour later, clear blue sky!

Wow, and we have internet access and phone service, luxuries we have not had while enjoying the solitude and incredible beauty of the Central B.C. Coast. Having Quinn and Ash, followed by Ali, Timbul and Forrest arrive at Shearwater for a week’s visit made it all even more delightful.

We will update the blog when we get the opportunity. Getting ready to up the anchor now, retracing our route up here and probably checking back into the States in Roche Harbour in a couple of weeks.

There are only a few anchorages on the Central Coast that afford the luxury of a hiking trail, but Pruth, on Calvert Island, with the Hakai Conservancy at the head of the Bay, is protecting an area that makes you wonder at how privileged you are to be here. There are boardwalked trails through rainforest to white sand beaches, lagoons, granite cliffs, islets decorating the Pacific blue waters, and a hike up to Lookout to share the view with the Eagles. WOW!

Soooooo, being modest, I have to admit, James and I have visited incredible places and met amazing people over our lifetime. But yesterday just about hit the top of the list.

Shearwater, the go to marina on the central B.C. coast is not exactly competing with say, Waikiki. And, you wouldn't expect to run into someone else you knew from, for example, Fairfield County, Ct. here.

So, it is not wonder that when James and I grabbed the docklines for "Otava", a classy trawler from Anacortes, WA and greeted its owners with "Hi Dianne, Hi Tom, that we got this confused look back, like, "Who are you?"

Well, Dianne was my room-mate at UConn, class of 1964! Okay, give me the odds. Should I really invest in a lottery ticket!

Needless to say, we had a fantastic evening, making up stories when we couldn't possibly remember the truth, but they were good anyway. No photo to post here after a few glasses of wine, but I will add our college photos when we return home (if I can find them).