Lake Elizabeth Falls on Joe’s Bay
The quietness of the night at anchor in Joe’s Bay was broken by the whistle of the tea kettle for morning coffee. Even that was quickly silenced. Every noise, the spoon sturring coffee in the cup, a creaking of the cabin sole was drumbeat loud in such stark silence. On deck, I sat still as the waveless water around me, drinking in the morning and my coffee. Then Tim move in the quarter berth, arose, and the day began.
A boat such as AVANTI fits well in Joe’s Bay. Boat noises don’t seem to be too out of place in the rising sun. The engine and the clank of the anchor chain over the bow roller as Tim hoist it home signals to the forest, “We’ll be leaving now”. Anchor home and free of the bottom we creep slowly up to Lake Elizabeth Falls, the only communication of seawater into and out of the not quite landlocked lake. AVANTI’s deep draft keeps us on our toes and this is as close as we can get, then we left.
The truth at first light holds through to mid-day and we fish our way up Fitz Hugh Sound toward Bella Bella.
