In case I haven’t gushed enough about our recent sailing trip to the San Juans and B.C., I’m adding this post to the mix!
You may have read on earlier posts that we have a new-to-us boat, Big River. This trip was the first time I’d done more than day sail on her, and although I already knew how much I admired this boat, I didn’t expect to fall in love with her.
She’s beautiful (thanks to the hard, hard work of the Captain and many friends); she sails like a dream; she’s faster than the wind; she’s more comfortable to live on than any other boat I’ve spent an extended time on. In short, I’m smitten in ways I didn’t expect to be.
The trip itself was wonderful. The weather was forecast to be so-so, but turned out to be beautiful… not just for the time of year, but for *any* time of year.
We had only 1/2 day of rain out of 10 days, and at least some wind most of the time. We did motor at times, but that was often because we wanted to go in the same direction as the wind. If we’d been less directional and gone where the wind blew us, we could have sailed miles and miles every day.
We stayed “on the hook” almost every night, except during our stint in Victoria. The nights were often as beautiful as the days, especially the first night of the trip, in Oak Harbor.
In the middle of the trip, we spent a night in one of our favorite places to anchor in the Gulf Islands, Montague Bay. When there, we always have a wonderful sunset.
This time we also had a mysterious, cloaking fog and heavy dew in the morning for a short time before it burned off.
Did I mention the weather was incredible? Look at the color of that sky! And not a cloud in sight.
We were able to hoist the spinnaker without incident, and sailed with it nearly halfway across the Straight of Juan de Fuca. The Captain was sorely disappointed that we couldn’t make it the whole way sailing with the colors, but the wind just wasn’t strong enough after early afternoon to keep the big sail full. (The First Mate was unforgivably thankful for this, because she didn’t relish a 12-hour sail that day…. But as you know, First Mates are notoriously unsalty.)
It was a beautiful trip that I will always remember.
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