As you cruise north the scenery
gets better and we start to realize that our efforts to get here are starting
to pay off. The Gulf Islands are another section of cruising grounds that have
a lot to offer. There are abundant anchorages and marinas. Unlike the east
coast, the going rate for a marina is between $1.00 to $1.50 per foot. However,
everything is ala carte. You pay for showers, usually 1 Looney for 3 minutes
and sometimes you even pay for throwing out garbage. The Gulf Islands have just
come off a severe water drought and even at best times water is always
conserved. No boat washing and filling up tanks is restricted to 40 gallons per
day. We only use about 5 gallons so we are golden. Some of the stops we have
made since leaving Victoria are: Poet’s Cove, Salt Spring Island, Montague Bay
at Galiano Island, Ladysmith and today Thetis island.
Poet’s Cove is known for its
resort. It is a bit pricy because of the “resort” name, but the marina is
pretty standard. As marina guests we can use the pool and other facilities. A
nice swim in a heated pool felt good.
Poets Cove Marina
The next day we headed out to
Salt Spring Island and stayed at a marina there with the same name. It was a
great little town with a farmer’s market, a big hardware store and a great
grocery. We stocked up on supplies and I purchased my fishing and shellfish
license for Canada. So far I have invested $258.00 for my quest of Dungeness crab
and have not gotten the trap wet. It was time to purchase some chicken backs
and get the crabbing show on the road.
Becky and Dun departed us from
Salt Spring Island for their return trip home, so today was the day to set my
trap and then pick it up on the way out the next morning. My anticipation of
success was doubtful, but I followed every pointer I read and asked about. Go
in at least 35 feet of water, stand still, drop pot slowly. Let it hit bottom,
pick it up and down a few time so you hopefully have it sitting flat on bottom,
mark where you are on the GPS. I also put my name on the buoy so if someone
stole it they knew who they stole it from and when I went to retrieve it I was
sure it was mine.
Next day we left at slack tide
for our short trip to the trap. Great, we found the buoy! I had Jess grab it
and then I put the boat in neural and went out back to start pulling up the
trap. Eureka, crabs!! They had to be the right size and they had to be males. I
caught Dungeness and Red Rock. Try measuring live crabs that claws are not held
shut with rubber bands. I resorted to pulling them out with tongs and then
holding them from behind as I attempted to measure with the caliper. Good, two
keepers. I now have two crabs worth $129.00 each. I am now obligated to
continue my quest until I am under $20.00 per crab, the going retail rate.
Perhaps if I catch a salmon or two I will get into the black sooner. To be continued.
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Getting things ready for the kill. |
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Sucsess! |
Montague Bay was great! Part of Montague
Bay is a Provincial Park. We picked up a mooring ball at the cost of $14.00 per
night. We happened upon a couple of other Ranger Tugs and had an impromptu gathering.
After wine, cheese and some good laughs on board “Irish Mist”, we took our dingies
in to the dock and waited for the infamous Pub Bus driven by Tommy Transit. The
bus came in on two wheels, stopped short and the doors opened to wild Tommy,
blaring music and a big welcome to the Hummingbird Pub Bus. Somehow, when you
travel on a boat you become very trusting of people. If we were in New York,
you would have thought that this guy just escaped from Bellevue Mental Hospital
unit and stole a bus. As we entered the bus we were each handed a percussion
type instrument to play and sing along as we made our way to the pub. The Mamas
and Papas “Creeque Ally” gets cued up and the fun and music begins. After a 15-minute
ride of music and bedlam, we arrive at the Hummingbird Pub. Expect to wait 50
minutes for your order to arrive, but more drinks are passed around and the
time goes quickly. I had what is called a Caesar. Not a salad, but a form of
Bloody Mary made with clamato juice. Very good! I was tempted to get another,
but with a double shot and what I had on the boat I figured I was good for the
night. The halibut fish and chips were spectacular. Our trip back to the harbor
was just a hectic, if not more, than the trip there. Tommy had a tape of
screeching tires that he promptly put in as we were leaving the driveway.
Wheels screech and Tommy grabbing the wheel and throwing himself about was
quite a sight. What the hell have we gotten ourselves into? We arrived at our
drop off point safe and sound and all waved goodbye to Tommy agreeing that this
was definitely a unique evening. We all got to our dingies and made our way
back to our respective boats somewhat safely.
The next morning, we prepped the
boat for departure. We got into our dingy and motored to each tug to say our
goodbyes. We find that these chance meetings and unplanned adventures produce
great memories.
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Our view in Montague Harbour |
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Tommy Transit at the wheel and percussion |
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The Impromptu Tug Rendezvous Members
Allan, Jess, Me, Linda, Jay, Patti, Mark and Jodi |