On September 13th we departed Blind Channel and anchored in Thurston Bay. In the morning we headed through the infamous Seymour Narrows at slack tide. We returned to our favorite Fisherman's Wharf Harbor in Campbell River. Phylis, the Harbor Master gave us the only remaining spot at the loading dock. The harbor was full of fish boats rafted three deep on every finger. I baked her an apple pastry for her kindness. The next morning we were off to Lund. From Lund we spent the night in Pender Harbor. The weather was good so the next day we headed for Howe Sound and found moorage at the Union Steamship Marina on Bowen Island. It was a real luxury at $1.50 a foot. We enjoyed a long shower in their newly renovated facility and had a great dinner at Tuscany's Italian Restaurant.
The sun shown through the Spinnakers of racing boats as we crossed Howe Sound.
The puffy white clouds rimmed the mountains and the brilliant blue water sparkled in the sun as we rounded Point Atkinson.
North Vancouver came into view with it's Lyons Gate Bridge connecting it to Stanley Park.
The skyline of Vancouver seemed to float on the horizon like a paper silhouette in the distance.
We entered English Bay and continued on the narrow waterway to False Creek passing by the wonderful Granville Market. Just on the other side of the Granville Bridge we found anchorage.
We anchored in a depth of 15 ft. with new high rises all around us. We jump in Wings and go ashore to obtain our permit. We watch Seventh Heaven to make sure the anchor is holding.
Vancouver now has an permit system for anchoring in False Creek. This prevents derelict boats from lingering in the limited space in such a prime area. Seventh Heaven is the sailboat in the middle of this photo.
Lou went ashore to obtain a permit and fell into the water while climbing over the many skiffs that were tied to the dock. He was soaking wet, cell phone,wallet and all!
We watched the sunset through the maze of masts at the nearby marina.
The sun shown through the Spinnakers of racing boats as we crossed Howe Sound.
The puffy white clouds rimmed the mountains and the brilliant blue water sparkled in the sun as we rounded Point Atkinson.
North Vancouver came into view with it's Lyons Gate Bridge connecting it to Stanley Park.
The skyline of Vancouver seemed to float on the horizon like a paper silhouette in the distance.
We entered English Bay and continued on the narrow waterway to False Creek passing by the wonderful Granville Market. Just on the other side of the Granville Bridge we found anchorage.
We anchored in a depth of 15 ft. with new high rises all around us. We jump in Wings and go ashore to obtain our permit. We watch Seventh Heaven to make sure the anchor is holding.
Vancouver now has an permit system for anchoring in False Creek. This prevents derelict boats from lingering in the limited space in such a prime area. Seventh Heaven is the sailboat in the middle of this photo.
Lou went ashore to obtain a permit and fell into the water while climbing over the many skiffs that were tied to the dock. He was soaking wet, cell phone,wallet and all!
We watched the sunset through the maze of masts at the nearby marina.
2 comments:
Dick and I were so sorry to hear Lou fell in the water back in Vancouver! Are you folks back home on San Juan Island, now? We are sitting out a gale on a mooring bouy in Two Harbors at the Isthmus in Catalina Island. We're getting ready for our big trek to Mexico.
Love your adventurous spirits!
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