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- Joe won’t mind us stopping for the night.
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- Foam churned up by Lake Eizabeth
A gray morning greets us. We time our departure on low tide just incase we the channel is a little too skinny. If we are going to get stuck it best be on a rising tide. Tim proves yet again his versatility as a shipmate guiding Avanti through the twist and turns to deep water with hand signals from the bowsprit.
Deep water and north we go. The goal for the day. Joe’s Bay. By noon, the gray gives way to sunshine but no wind. Tim fishes past Safety Cove on Calvert Island then we cross Fitz Hugh Sound and thread our way to Joe’s Bay. I wonder about Joe and how he happened to this spot of earth. He must have come by water, the forest being so thick. Was it the floating foam from the waterfalls where Lake Elizabeth spills into the salt chuck? Was he hunting for safe anchorage from a storm? Or was he just like me wanting to be someplace so pristine, so empty of mankind, as to make him feel the first ever to this place? The only hint we find we’re not the first… a wooden sign on a tree on the south shore proclaiming this place for evermore to “JOE’S BAY”.
We anchor for the night.
