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Sidney Spit

Transit Date:

Tuesday, September 8, 2020 - 14:04 to 17:44

Departure Location:

cadboro Bay

Arrival Location:

Sidney Spit

Total time:

3H 39M

Sailing Hours:

0.00

Engine Hours:

3.75

Max speed:

6.80kts

Average speed:

2.40kts

Distance:

8.60NM

As I had not yet visited Sidney Spit this year, I thought I'd start off there. I spent two nights, hiked for a total of 4 hours and met some people who recognized Trouper 2. I was just driving by in Skully when they gestured to me. It turns out Wayne Smith and his wife, Christine thought I was someone else (Buck) but in talking, it turns out Wayne knew dad very well and even borrowed his band saw for a year while he built his sailboat. They are members of Capital City Yacht Club and Wayne remembers seeing T2 in the dirveway on Olivia Place. WOW! Small World.

On my first hike, I walked the beach just South of Trouper 2. I had noticed a boat up on the beach on my way down the day before. So I walked for about an hour along the beach before reachhing the wreck. There wasn't much left, so I set it on fire and continued on my hike. I had never walked along the lagoon before. I don't recommend it barefoot. I didn't mind the mud squishing up between my toes but the spear grass was a challenge.

Later that day, or maybe it was the day after, (Who can keep track?) I walked the meadow trail. It was bliss until I discovered some very disturbing forensic evidence. (I've been binge watching 'Criminal Minds' so I have considerable field work expertise.) Like a scene out of the AMC television series, 'Lost', there was a large pen at the Northwest corner of the upper meadow. Clearly there had been humans imprisoned here at some time in the past.

As I neared the enclosure, I stumbled into a grizzly scene. What lay before me could only be described as a 'kill pit.' In it were the remains of some poor bastard who had tried to escape and ran head-on into a massive ant hill. The bones are all that's left...

I enjoyed my visit to the Spit and realized I'd been visiting this special place for more than 50 years. Still haven't found a fucking brick stamped with 'Sidney Brick Co'. Oh well.

Sidney Spit