As usual, it was an early morning start, with Rusty at the helm and Kim still happily fast asleep. Crossing the Strait was sunny with a little chop, not many other boats around.
Of course we hit Cattle Passage with the tide against us, which always make for an entertaining effort – slowed to about 4 knots, there’s the constant twisting and swirling while navigating the unsettled waters. It’s kind of like an old funhouse ride. Amazingly, there always seem to be lots of seals in the water – must be good snacking in the turbulent water.
We hummed along up through the San Juans, bypassing Friday Harbor. There was a beautiful clipper at full sail tacking to and fro – the Zodiac. Here it is heading for Friday.
We slipped into Bedwell Harbor to go through Customs – it was the busiest we’ve ever seen it, with an actual line waiting for the Customs dock. Thankfully we always pass through fairly quickly once tied up. As usual at this time of year, checking in was done by phone, though there was a Customs agent on site ‘just in case’.
Since for us the journey is as enjoyable as the destination, we had a wonderful time just cruising up through the islands. The weather was about as perfect as you could ask for, and we were nearly alone on the water.
The day’s motoring ends at Montague Harbour, a favorite of ours. The harbor itself is full to the gills, all buoys taken and the rest of the space full of anchored boats (never seen it quite so busy before) – so we motor to the north outside and anchor there, among a dozen or so others.
All is peaceful (well, except for one boat with an exceptionally capable stereo system, though we couldn’t deny they had good taste in music!) And we did discover an advantage to being outside to the north – no power lines and no obstruction for viewing and photographing the absolutely spectacular sunset!
And with a steak dinner and a glass of wine, so ends our second day’s journey on our northbound trip. Not bad, not bad at all.