July 30th & 31st

July 30^th

I check out the fishing, but no luck.  That’s a worry because they are catching fish all around me. 

Chevy covered in SAND!

 Penny packs a lunch and we head out toward Cultus Sound and wonderful sandy beach for Chevy to run on.  There are all sorts of flotsam and obviously it is a well-known kayak location.  The sea is calm so we cruise around Goolden Island before going back of OA.

Chevy is learning how to retrieve sticks (pretty good for a Desert dog.)

 

July 31^st

Today is foggy.  Penny, Chevy and I head out towards Purple Bluff on a compass heading because we can’t see anything.  We cruise between jagged rocks and small islands.  Suddenly we are surrounded by small fish boats.  They are all catching fish so we return to OA to get our fishing gear.  On our return the fishermen are all leaving.  So obviously the fish have moved on and so should we.
 

We are not sure if we have the guts to go the seven mile trek out to Goose Island as it is very foggy and we are uncertain of the anchorage and uncertain of the weather, but WE DO IT

And SO CAN YOU!

 

DeFever in the Fog

 So in dense fog we slowly fish our way to Goose Island. Suddenly we hear a DEEP SHIP’S HORN blasting nearby.

 

Then we see a 65’ DeFever not too far away from us.  It appears to us that they are going in circles in the fog. 



We just keep on our compass course and finally reach Goose in the fog. 
 

 

The fog lifted magically when we reach the Goose.

There are two sailboats anchored here.  We talk to “Passages” as we have met them before.

 


I remember my brother, who was an executive pilot for a large corporation, having to fly the president and guests out to this desolate far flung place of the North Coast waters. The aircraft was a Turbo Beaver on floats and I can imagine the concern that he must have had when touching down in the Pacific swells to take the SWELLS ashore on this desolate beach.

Here we find miles of sand beaches with the Pacific wave’s pounding on a surf line that has pent up energy looking for a place to vent its rage. Most of the trees are shriveled and bent in defence against the vicious winter winds that howl ashore. The high beach area is strewn with logs and all sorts of flotsam and jetsam. The only warm blooded animals that can survive on the island are pigmy sized deer and scrawny but tenacious coast wolves.

Segway to this is that the wolves are the only pure and unviolated strain of this species that exist today in the world.

In Russia the breed of wolves has been diluted with domestic canines and they have lost the pure wild instinct to survive in their north. The rumor goes that some of our wolves were trapped here and sent to Russia to replenish the
genepool.  Is it true?
 

 We meander along checking out everything that has washed up on the shore.  We are ever watchful for the wolves and each carry a big stick. Penny snags black & orange drift balls. They’ve come All the way from Japan.   The fog has totally lifted and now we can see all the way back to the McNaughton’s.

Now for some of you that are weekend warriors to the Gulf Islands or Howe Sound it is time to lift the hook and set the prow of your fine vessel towards the NORTH and soon!   PLAN FOR IT.  IF THE GOAT CAN DO IT, SO CAN YOU!