The narrow El Capitan Passage was interesting and I was thankful for the well marked buoys. We hit a fair swell out of Shaken Bay and some interesting currents with quite a few logs and wood floating in certain areas which kept us on our toes. A humpback marked our entry into Baker Point and we are happily tied up on the wharf. Did some housekeeping for Gary’s arrival by float plane tomorrow.
Next Day
We figured a bit of fog may have delayed Gary’s plane so we headed out of Pt Baker over to Port Protection to try to get cell reception. Plus we wanted to fill up our water tank with their renowned fresh water that comes off the mountain through all that limestone karst. Lots of whales were feeding in the currents on the short run over. The store was the happening place and skiffs of locals, some by way of “the gut” from Pt Baker came to get a few groceries (mostly booze), hook into their internet, and cajole around the dock. Turns out Gary had his days off and is actually flying in today on the mail plane around 1100. We spent a few hours at Port Protection deleting emails while we partook of the luxury of doing laundry in a washing machine. Enjoyed talking to all the relaxed locals and the lovely store clerk who cheerfully transited between wharf, grocery, and liquor store while herding dock dogs and her small son.
We have yet to stay in the same place two nights in a row and decided we would see a bit of the top of Prince of Wales Island before returning to Pt Baker to pick up Gary. So we headed East, back through all those Humpbacks and found this quiet little Bay with an interesting stream entrance and a nice sandy beach. Plus we are tied up to this old but wonderful floating dock about half the size of a basketball court, which made for unloading the dingy a lot easier.
We used our dock to cut some final poles for the awning, then loaded up our remaining wood, a box of wine, and our survival box that we always take aboard and puttered through the amazingly clear and weed adorned water up that little creek cove and made a landing at the beach. It had been quite awhile since I’d sat around a fire. Just as it takes awhile to charge up a cell phone or iPad, I think it takes much longer to discharge the electronics from our brains. That fire was a big step in the right direction. I even told Louise a small inkling of my life history, such as it is.
