August 17th

Our dog has not had a lot of experience with cats yet and I am sure she will need a lesson in what a set of fangs and claws will do to her nose before she eventually learns.

We go for a gunk out around Fly Island and check every nook and cranny; we work around the islands back to our anchorage in Joe Cove. Rounding a point we could see a large drying reef covered with Sea Lions. There were a number of (over a ton in weight) massive Northern (Stellar) SEA Lions along with their harams. As we neared the bulls we are warned off by their bellowing, groaning snorting. The 17 ft. T/T “Due North” is also here.



Commodore & Sea Lions

 

Bull's In Charge

I was worried that he was going to scatter them but the large bull was standing guard and the harem just lounged around behind his guard. Penny took excellent pictures and captured the Commodore of BYC close aboard the ruckus on the rocks.

We sent a picture and short story to the “Trident”regarding our meeting with the Commodore.

Many years ago when first came to Joe Cove we went ashore in the little bay off the old floating dock moored in the bay. I don’t know to this day why we (I think Penny just likes rooting in the underbrush) did this? It was nothing we could see from the beach. We were on hands and knees, working our way under the thick almost impenetrable underbrush and came out at a clearing with a very small cabin.

I surmised it had lain undisturbed for years and years. The door was wired shut and when opened it turned out to be a tool shed with bits and pieces of plumbing and old tools scattered about the floor.

When in Joe Cove this year our Commodore is anchored nearby. This year he's on a hunt to discover this cabin. I had told him about it about many years ago and he wants to locate it.  He has poked around and spent some time not finding it. I went over to point him in what I suspected was the right location. He found it and announced it lay undisturbed all these years. I had to go look for myself.

There must be crab wars going on as where we are anchored there are a number of pots and a crab boat came in and relocated them out of our bay. A day later another boat came into the bay looking for his pots; I can only assume they were his that were moved.