August 9th
SPIDER
GROUP
“OPERATIONS NORMAL”
Our Fourth day anchored in the secluded
little Bay across from Port Hardy. Last
year several yachts came in including ‘go north’ sailing yacht “MOM” (you can
catch that little story on last year’s blog). We hear them on the air talking
to friends they have meet along the way.
Their friends are lighthouse keepers at Scarlett Point. We sort of
expect them to join us in this little bay but they not show.
Any way the day is spectacular as we are in
sun after a few soggy periods. There are
clouds all around us and we are especially lucky as far as I can see south it
is still in the rain. I give Penny time
off from the dog and I and go fishing and land a salmon about 15 lbs and return
to OA. I have discovered the secret
about putting a hook on the end of the line (sharp).
It is that time in the late afternoon that
we are chilling out on the front deck. I with a dram of Irish Whiskey Pen with
a silver unbreakable metal wine glass. (She did break it and I’m not having a
yen to take on a major project repaired it for fun).
The Ravens have discovered us and can smell
the salmon that I am cleaning and want their tribute for allowing us to stay in
their bay. It takes time to filet a
salmon as you have to make them bone free to really enjoy a fish meal. The
Ravens get impatient and fly off
looking for other action. By this
time I have gathered the guts, back bone, tail and placed them on a conspicuous
rock outcrop. You snooze you lose. Now crows generally travel in large family
units but not to day. A loner spies the
tasty morsel (to them) and drags the fish bits into the trees and stashes the
feast. The Ravens return a short time
later and realize the mistake of leaving before the meal was served. Well what a fracas of screaming and them
thrashing about the trees looking for the stolen treats. They locate the hidden cash and fly off,
HAPPY.
The one thing that we have discovered about
our camera, is takes a hundred shots and perhaps one will be worth the
effort.
We return to the front deck of OA and resume
our recap of the day and the plan for tomorrow.
The conversation moves to Spider Island that we visited this
summer. Now during the second world it
was a radio beacon station for air craft on a flight path to and from
Alaska. It was a very important military
installation as the Japanese had invaded on the pan handle there.
Some where I had read about that part of
the corduroy road and base still existed on Spider Island. I think it was in Pacific
Yachting. As we had no internet or books
on this subject there was no point in bumping around Spider looking for the
possibility that we locate the military installation.
WHAT a marvelous invention the internet is and it is available to us even in this little hidey hole (we have a
cell booster). We go on line and start
down the path of discovery. It was path
that we find was tread by men that were brave, men that were tough, men that
used ingenuity and smarts to do their duty to King and Country as members of
the armed forces. We found the Daily Diary of 9 Radio Unit stationed on Spider.
We found it fascinating to read the entire daily diary, as it gave us an insight into their operations.
There was mentions of a "Court of Enquiry", swastikas painted on barricks walls, girls coming in for dances from Ocean Falls and names of their supply ships that are still functioning on our Coast as yachts today. "Nimpkish".
We found it fascinating to read the entire daily diary, as it gave us an insight into their operations.
There was mentions of a "Court of Enquiry", swastikas painted on barricks walls, girls coming in for dances from Ocean Falls and names of their supply ships that are still functioning on our Coast as yachts today. "Nimpkish".

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