The last couple of nights we've enjoyed anchorages to ourselves; blessed seclusion. Tonight we're stacked into Fury Cove like cordwood with eight other boats. This is a very popular place. It didn't start out that way. We were the first ones here at 10:30 this morning and we set our anchor well with ample rode. At that time we entertained the delusion that maybe we'd be lucky enough to have the cove to ourselves for the two nights that we planned to stay.
Then the boats started arriving, one by one all afternoon and into the evening - each seeming to use less rode than the last, until the most recent arrivals which appeared to rest their anchors on the bottom under their boats
While the other boats were fighting for space, we deployed the inflatable kayak for the first time, then paddled the dinghy and the kayak to the beach to explore the tidal pools, hike around a bit, and play some frisbee. We can report that the kayak does not handle well if you put the seats in backward; it puts the rudder at the front and serves to spin the boat in circles when you try to paddle forward. Doh!
Fury Cove has a beautiful setting. It's a small cove protected from the wind and waves of the sound outside, by a ring of small islands with drying shoals between them that offer a view of the action outside. We wouldn't have missed it, even with the crowd around us.
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