Sidney Spit
My intention was to sail to Sidney Spit however, the wind did not cooperate. Nor did the tide, come to think of it. I rigged for main and Genoa as the forecast was for light winds from the North. As is fairly typical of a North wind at this time of year, it was pretty much confined to Cadboro Bay.
Undaunted, I sailed off the buoy and navigated the shifty and very light wind until finally I motored through Banes (against the Ebb). East of Banes, the wind went completely off. I continued to motor with sails up until just off Cordova Bay when I realized there was very little likelihood of seeing wind anytime soon. I accepted my fate and dropped the sails. I was following and gradually overtook a red hulled Viking. At least I thought it was a Viking. But for me to catch him, he'd either have to be smaller than T2 or the skipper was not cruising at hull speed.
I dropped anchor at my regular spot at the Spit. Next I deployed the crab trap and went to shore to search for deer antlers. I wanted to find a nice one to use as a fire poker. After coming ashore I ran into a couple of Kayakers who were camping at the National Park site. I told them I was on an antler hunt. I thought, If I came back with some antlers I'd tell them Chinatown pays $300 per 100 grams for them. Can you imagine?! Anyhow, I was barefoot and there are many prickles in the meadow so I did not find any antlers.
I managed to catch a nice Dungeness crab in the pot so I brought it on-board and cooked it up. Dinner that night was BBQ steak, baked potatoes and I saved the crab for lunch the next day in the hope I would catch a few more before then.
Sailing Sidney Spit
Pursuing the phantom, red Viking to Zero Rock
Skully stands ready to deploy the crab trap.
Searching the meadow for antlers.
I peed on this dead crab. Twice.
Skully with T2 at anchor in the background.
Worse than toe nail fungus....I have crabs!
The cure for crabs.
Bedtime by the fire. (As the cabin fills with smoke)
