We needed two hours to get to Seymour Narrows from our from our anchorage in Granite Bay this morning. The moon was full, giving us a full tide. That meant Tht meant the current sent from twelve knots in one direction to thirteen knots in the other in the space of roughly six hours. With that rate of change, really needed to hit it at slack: spot on.
Thankfully we did, riding the flood for those two hours and arriving less than five minutes hours. After shooting through, we plowed through a rising ebb until we were past Campbell River and slogging into 5.5 knots of current. The boat speed indicator showed us charing through the water at 7 knots, but the GPS showed our speed over ground as 1.5 knots. After an eternity, we finally rounded Cape Mudge and were on our way to Desolation Sound and a new kind of challenge: anchoring in a crowd.
We had Prideaux Haven in mind, but the more we read about it, the unlikely it sounded that we would be able to (or want to) shoehorn our way into what was certain to be a crowded cove. Douglass advised Laura Cove for more seclusion. Winding our way into the narrow entrance, we found a dozen other boats enjoying our "seclusion." They were stern tied to shore in the tiny circular cove like wedges in a pie.
We made a hasty retreat and found relative seclusion, or as much as can be expected in the neighborhood, in a small ad hoc nook around the corner. What a difference. We still had to stern tie, but there was plenty of room around us for swimming, kayaking, and rowing the dingy around our own little island. We kept expecting the hoards to encroach on our little corner of paradise, but they left us alone, perhaps because it was a nook that wasn't described in any of their books and in all likelihood, they feared the unknown.
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