After breakfast, we un-laced ourselves from each other, the shore and the anchors and headed north toward Squirrel Cove, our anchorage for the night.
As we poked our noses out into the open waters of the Strait of Georgia, the wind was evident. We did some rock and roll, and the waves were breaking over the bow. It was a pretty wet ride:
As we moved northward, we passed the towns of Powell River and Lund. This is the pulp mill at Powell River (if memory serves). Yes, the locals work pretty hard. Note the low-hanging clouds so typical of the area. It had begun to rain on and off also:
We arrived at Squirrel Cove, a popular embayment on Cortes Island. Squirrel Cove is also a town with a general store. Bill hauled the week's trash to the dumpster at the head of the pier:
Here are the boats moored at the dock -- well, here are Deception and Victoria Grand Adventure is off to the right:
We walked to the store and saw some fun sights. First this multi-purpose sign at THE road:
Then we passed this cute sculpted bunny with a boot scraper brush on his back. It helped identify the house nearby:
Signs were plentiful, but apparently signposts were not. This sign caught Bill's attention...notice the last feature of the Squirrel Cove Store..."Liquor Agency."
Just a few yards from the store was this truck that had seen better days. Bill had to have a picture:
And this boat nearby was in similar straits:
We got underway with our provisions and moved up the cove a couple of miles and anchored in a raft again. The weather had improved -- the rain stopped and we were protected from any wind. The boats as seen from the dinghy were very pretty and peacefully at rest. This was a common sight for us on the flotilla:
And the water was mirror-calm beside the pristine shoreline. It was easy to see why this anchorage is so popular in the summer:
