It’s July 29, a Saturday – although it’s hard to remember what day it is when you’ve been on a boat for 44 days straight – and a beautiful morning as we’re off for the short trip from Hotham Island to Eagle Island, a favourite of many, but big enough to take all. We pull up the anchor – it has snagged and this is our first time having to coax the anchor out of the clay – but by 10:30 we are joining several boats there, and anchor in 18 feet of water in good firm holding. Shortly after, Tim and Rhonda also show up in Rhonda Jean and anchor nearby. (The key to boating in the North Channel in high season is to get to an anchorage you like the sound of around 11 am – that’s 11:00 hours to us mariners – when vessels who are moving on have already left, or are about to, and those on their way there have yet to appear.)
Continue reading “An Eagle, a Sturgeon, a Bucket of Blueberries, and a Little Current”