Winds light

Flood tide

The crew was slow to muster so with the marine toilet not working, I ventured to shore to locate a pit toilet. I walked for about 15 minutes to the West side of Conover Cove. Turns out I missed the trail leading to Conover Cove and the pit toilets. There was no one at the dock in Connover Cove but I wondered about how deep the small but very protected anchorage was. I returned to T2 and a hearty breakfast prepared by Tom.

Wanting to explore the Island we all went to shore after breakfast and hiked to Conover Cove to explored the site of a former holiday resort, including several cabins one of which has been adorned with driftwood signs featuring the names of visiting boats. Dad made a sign for the cabin years ago and mom gave it to me to hang but I forgot it at home.

Next we hiked to Chivers Point at the Northern Tip of the island. It's an easy, mostly flat hike through salal with a few muddy stretches. After enjoying the morning sunshine we returned to Princess Cove and T2. Paul, Tom and Eric were enthused after spotting some nude female sunbathers lounging on a private dock across the bay. After all these years and many guy's weekends, finally the Swedish Volleyball Team had arrived!

T2 on the hook in Princess Cove with Eric and Paul in the cockpit.

Princess Cove with T2 anchored in the distance. Past the beligerant power boater.

Eric couldn't get his truck started so we had to walk.

On the trail to Conover Cove.

Kevin gazes at one of the cabins at Conover Cove. This one is covered inside and out with boat signs carved out of driftwood.

Conover Cove.

A roadsign at Conover Cove. We couldn't find Park Avenue, Valley of the Sun or the store.

Eric and Kevin returning from the dinghy dock in Princess Cove. The nude sunbathing dock is seen in the background.

How many pairs of glasses can I wear at the same time. (Hard to believe most of us are 55!) Chivers Point.

Once we were all safely aboard Trouper II, we hauled anchor and headed for Portland Island. There was virtually no wind and the sun was shining. With plenty of volunteers on the helm, I managed to relax on the fore deck for most of the journey to Portland Island. What a difference a day makes in terms of sea conditions.

We arrived at Princess Bay on Portland Island just after 5pm. Just in time for happy hour. I cooked the strip loins for dinner on my new Sea-B-Que and all agreed they were very tasty. After dinner Kevin and I watched the sun set from Pebble Beach. We all spent the evening below deck near the heater and savored the end of a perfect day on the water.

Underway from Wallace Island to Portland Island.

Paul mans the galley while the steaks are ready for the grill.

Kevin and I burn off last night's burger remains before cooking the steaks.