July 1st 2017
We considered taking in some of the Canada Day Events and had also considered going to the market, but decided the crowds both places would be too much for Mom.
I worked on my boat. According to my Google timeline, I did not go anywhere.
In the evening, there were fireworks, but I did not bother watching. I'm getting jaded, I guess.
I had been hoping there would be outdoor concerts like on Labour Day. One year, Colin James was playing Bell park and I could hear clearly at 1207.
Sunday July 2nd 2017
Monday July 3rd 2017
Tuesday July 4th 2017
Another day at 1207, working to finish cleaning the interior.
At three, I went to Canadian Tire for an outboard flushing device to check the water pump, then bought 2 BBQ chickens at Wal-Mart for supper and future use, returned home and made supper.
I then decided to go to the coast to do a delivery and booked a flight for tomorrow afternoon.
I'm now Westjet Gold. How about that?
Wednesday July 5th 2017
Flew Home. Left 1207 at 4PM for YSB by shuttle. Arrived home around 1 AM
Today I re-reversed the north hives. I noticed they had cells, and as so often is the case handling hives with cells, I damaged several. They are fine, but not doing much. For one thing, they are plugged with honey as I don't have any supers right now.
Next, I reversed and split about half the south yard, but ran out of time at dusk.
My flight was at noon and I drove to YYC and boarded the plane for YVR. My plan was to meet Colin at YVR for a chat, then fly to Powell River on Pacific Coastal, and arrive there after three. Bob was to turn up around four-thirty and we would get underway and be at Pender Harbour by dark.
Colin picked me up, we had lunch at the South Terminal, and shortly I was in PR. Fraser met me there with th3e Cooper truck and dropped me at Quality Foods while he ran an errand. I bought food for myself and filled Bob's order, too.
Back at the boat, I learned that Bob was held up as the ferry was already full when he arrived there due to a big bicycle race. Seldom are foot passengers refused, but this was the exception, and there are no reservations for foot traffic.
Mistral was the the north dock and Larry needed the space, so I moved the boat to the South harbour and rafted to Larry's boat. Bill the diver came down and we kicked around ideas for scouting the sunken boat at Malibu Rapids. I decided I'd divert there on the way south and take a gander. Bob showed up sometime after nine. It was too late to go anywhere.
In the morning, I woke up with something in my eye and could not get it out. Bill came by, but I was too distracted to talk and he drove me to the hospital. It was early, emergency was not busy and I was out of there quite quickly.
Bob and I finally got underway and cruised up Jervis inlet to Malibu Rapids, then killed time outside the rapids waiting for slack water. We circled and took pictures, then headed down the inlet for a half-hour and turned back. we were hailed on VHF by Woodwind, another trawler wondering about going through early. The water taxi broke in an warned that the flow as seven knots and dangerous. We waited another hour, then still an hour before slack, I judged the flow to be low enough and non-turbulent enough to go through, so we did.
We gave up for the day and went looking for an anchorage. We were not sure we would find anything suitable, but found a number of options
At MacDonald Island, we found mooring balls and only one boat in sight. We tied up and had supper, then I went for a swim.
Even though the inlet is fed from glaciers, shallow water in these inlets can be over twenty degrees Celsius.
At 0500, we raised anchor at MacDonald Island and rushed to the rapids to reconnoiter. We had planned to rise at four to be sure of being there at the turn, but slept in. We arrived in time for high water slack, though, and motored around attempting to find Shongololo on the bottom with sonar. Our sonar was poor and badly adjusted. It also has a very narrow beam. We saw a few bogies, but were inexpert and were unable to mark them or to find them again.
After going in and out the rapids, we decided to go up to Chatterbox falls to Kill time until the next slack m It was about four miles. When we arrived, we were surprised to find only a few boats there. This is the prime season and we expected crowds.
We hiked to the falls, then decided to go back to the rapids. There, we docked at the Malibu Club, a Christian Kids Camp, and spoke with the director, Harold, and the dock man, Ritchie. Ritchie has seen Shongololo sink and pointed out the spot.
We arrived there about seven, tried anchoring at least ten times, could not get a grip on the bottom, then tied up at the dock. We went to the bar, ordered beer and sat on the deck for supper. I had the Garden Bay Burger and fries. These are definitely not on my diet, but what the heck.
After supper, we walked to John Henry's and bought more coffee and some wine.
We returned to the dock and sat drinking wine until the sun went down. Bob went to bed and I sat watching the sky darken behind the trees. Beautiful
I guess I fell asleep, because the next I knew I was on the floor. I'd been sitting on a bench with no arm rest. It seemed I'd hit my head and wrenched my neck, but I was otherwise just fine.
I went to bed.
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