I roll out of bed at the reasonable hour of 8am and immediately wake Carsen.
After our experience of having a very hard time finding moorage in Ucluelet at 4pm a couple days previous, I am set on arriving in Bamfield before 2pm… So we will actually have a chance at getting moorage!
We both eat a simple breakfast of cream-of-wheat and a half of an orange each.
Energized, I fire up our still trusty Universal 5424 diesel and motor out of the marina and off to the fuel dock to top off our tanks. As I approach the fuel dock, rather than switch our mooring lines and fenders to the starboard side, I decided to pull a U-turn in front of the dock and tie up on the port side. Simple.
As I pull the U-turn, I realize the current is sucking us quite quickly passed our planned tie up point. We are moving at nearly 2.5kts sideways! We soon reach the end of the fuel dock and are no were near ready to tie up… We are 8 feet from the dock and still sideways! No amount of reversing/prop walk can save us now!
Embarrassed, I spin back around so our bow is pointed into the current and motor back up to the fuel dock. Quickly, we switch over the fenders and mooring lines and tie up safe and sound. I chat with the dock boy for a bit and discover his best friend actually graduated high school in Campbell River! Small world!
I quickly top up our tanks, pay the ludicrous bill and prepare to motor off without too much of a worry. As Carsen begins to untie, I pop Themistocles in gear at idle and fight the 2.5kt current, making our departure swift and smooth!
As we motor out of Ucluelet, we marvel at the many rocks and reefs that dot the area. The sun is already out and the rays are beaming down upon our heads. I go below to use the head, and I slather on some sunscreen while I am at it.
I am excited for a fine day of sailing with predicted 15kt winds. I head back out into the cockpit and keep an eye on the windex. I watch for over half of an hour and never see it exceed 5kts true wind speed!
Feeling a little down, I check the engine gauges and make sure that everything is well. 180F, 50PSI and 20AMPS at 2000rpm… Perfect. Our trusty Universal is ticking along just fine.
Once again, I head down below and this time I grab a magazine and a pillow. Today is going to be a hot day of doing nothing!
As we exit the protection of the reefs and rocks outside Ucluelet, the waves increase to sizeable 6-8ft rollers and the wind remains no higher than 5kts true!
I keep myself occupied with taking photos, whale watching and perusing 'Wooden Boat' magazines finest articles. I take the time to truly read every word. To think about and examine everything. I realize the art of creating a magnificent wooden boat is truly beautiful. From forest, to showboat or workboat… or somewhere in between. 8ft to 80ft. They are all amazing pieces of art.
As we near Bamfield, the swarms of fishing boats begin to dot the horizon. Zipping and buzzing about like the mosquitos that are eating me alive as I type this!
We motor into the harbour and tie up at the government wharf in 'West Bamfield'. We are soon turned away as the wharf is full and make our way over to the 'East Bamfield' dock. After searching high and low, we end up rafting up against an aluminum Herring skiff. The sun is still beaming down and the temperature is rising into the high twenties. 25. 26. 27. 28. They all go by as the sun heats the inlet on this day without a breath of wind.
I spend the afternoon reading and trying to stay cool. Both Carsen and I are unaccustomed to anything above 20 degrees! Nearly our whole trip up until this point has been below 20 degrees Celsius!
As 5pm rolls around, the aluminum Herring skiff leaves, and we are able to tie up directly to the dock.
I fire up the barbecue and we enjoy and decadent dinner of pork-chops and fresh veggies.
After dinner, I make my way over to the local community school/library and manage to find free wifi! I am ecstatic! I quickly get ahold of Taylor and soon we are skyping! It is amazing how comforting it is to see the face of someone you love, even if it is just on an 11.4" macbook screen.
After skyping for over and hour, we say our goodnights and wander back on down to the boat and curl up into my bunk for an early bedtime. I enjoy the delights of 'Wooden Boat' one more time, but as soon as my cheek touches pillow… I am out for the count.
I awake at 8:30am to the sound of a fellow sailboat puttering by. I grab a quick breakfast of eggs and toast and leave Carsen to sleep as I hop off the boat to run for the showers! After waiting in a short line, I manage to get in the shower and find that it is free. A nice change from having to pay a dollar for every 2 to 3 minutes!
After my shower I notice I am late for my Skype session and I run uphill all the way back to the library to skype Taylor. We talk about life, careers, aspirations and our future together. I cant stop smiling at this beautiful, smart, driven girl gazing at me through a laptop while she is sitting hundreds of kilometres away.
After 45minutes we say our goodbyes and hang up. After quickly checking my emails, Facebook and route planning I leave the library and head back to the boat for lunch.
I barbecue up some HUGE hotdogs for lunch. The sun beats down as the temperatures exceed 30 degrees, but I do my best to hide under the bimini cover.
After lunch, I hop in the "dingy dinghy" and row over to 'West Bamfield' to explore and walk the shoreside boardwalk.
I pass cute pastel coloured cabins, puppy dogs, beautiful wooden sailboats, an old seine boat from Victoria which had been lovingly converted to a motor yacht. It is like a fairly-tale. So beautiful, so serene and so colourful.
As I near the end of the boardwalk, I spy the police boat "Inkster" on the other side of the inlet in 'East Bamfield'. I quickly recognize the name as the boat my uncle Phil works on! Without missing a beat I send him a text and realize that he is indeed onboard!
He invites me over. I leap at the opportunity. I stroll back along the path, hop in the dinghy and row back to our mooring. As I walk along, I text Carsen and tell him that Phil is in town!
After finding Carsen at the library skyping, I convince him to come along. We wander down a gravel road and find Inkster… And Phil, who is buried deep within one of the engine rooms. After clambering up, Phil gives us a full tour of the amazing 65ft long aluminum vessel. We get a photo alongside and before we leave, Phil gives us two freezies each for the walk back. Much appreciated on this cooking hot day.
After quickly exploring the infamous 'Marine Sciences Centre' building. We wander back to the boat for a quick dinner and then back up to the library to use the wifi and type this blog!
Mosquitos I killed whilst typing this blog: 27
Mosquitos I missed: ALOT
Check out this newspaper article, an excerpt from my blog made it in!
Over and out! Off to Port Renfrew tomorrow.