Sullivan Bay

So last night we stayed at Dawson's Landing, after stopping for a short walk for the crew and the dogs on the cross isthmus trail and on the sandy beach.

Dawsons Landing is a place to get fuel and some groceries but given the condition of the place we decided it was a just good place to tie up and that we had enough fuel to make it to Sullivan Bay. Much of the groceries were beyond their pull date. It is a good thing we stocked up at Prince Rupert and Shearwater.

Magic Carpet at Dawsons Landing, Dawsons Landing as seen from the green house float and as seen from Magic Carpet, looking toward the log booms. The new boardwalk through the forest .

While at Dawsons Landing we were informed about a resident grizzely bear that frequents the waterfront and also the log booms to eat the shell fish growing on them. They told us their dogs will bark at the bear and it seems to tolerate them and saunter off.

There is an area, where the dogs can do their business, behind a structure just off the wharf that is reached by an old boardwalk which leads to a new boardwalk. On the new boardwalk we found bear sign of mussel and barnacle shells.

Last night, on our final walk of the evening, the dogs were restless and uneasy. They kept pulling toward the hillside and growling. They started to bark and that was when we noticed the bear. He was above us about 30 feet and he probably could have made it to us in short order. We immediatley left the area and I sounded the airhorn in my pocket a few times to scare it away.

We walked the dogs this morning at about 4 am and made a mad dash back to the boat to feed them, avoid the bear, and ready the boat for departure. Our goal was 430 in the morning but with the late sunrise, we waited until 5 am to depart from Dawsons Landing.

I had not slept well and I think I kept Ed from sleeping well but somehow he was able to stay awake. As soon as we got underway I headed back to the stateroom and layed down. The dogs soon joined me. As you may recall, Dusty doesn't do super well on the boat so she stayed with me while Luna came and went. On short days in protected waters, Dusty and Luna like to spend time on the lounge on the foredeck of the boat. I think that being outside as far as she can get from the engine noise enables Dusty to calm down.

The girls get to sleep on the bed while underway with me.

All the parsing of the data available, we made the rounding of Cape Caution in relatively flat seas. Dusty and I came up from the state room for the last hour of the trip.

Upon arriving to Sullivan Bay, we fueled up and while that evolution was being done, Stever and I took the dogs to the floating dog patch. Dusty doesn't much care for it but that is all that is available for them at this floating town, what I have previously called the Venice British Columbia. We were given permission to moor for two days. We were told that there is a large flotilla coming from Tacoma. It turns out that the group from Tacoma is the Tacoma Yacht Club. While we were at the fuel dock we heard a boat asking for moorage and we were pleased to learn that it is our counterpart, PC Paul and Hether Nelson from Day Island Yacht Club, when Ed was Commodore of the Port Orchard Yacht Club.

Hether is also the past Commodore of the Tacoma Yacht Club. She and I sat and chatted for the time it took for our laundry to be done. It was a nice afternoon for catching up with a dear freind, in the sun in this beautiful locale.

The view from the deck in front of the Laundry. Sunset, Red Sky at night sailors delight!