We got away from Beachcomber in the early afternoon, after stopping in at the curling rink to see the Campbell Family Team curl. They had just knocked us out of the bonspiel the night before, but it was close - we were one down coming home. Michelle, our daughter joined us to curl in our fun summer bonspiel, and to sail with us for a few days.
Lyle had just been home for a few days from his circumnavigation of the island and we welcomed Daryl, Michelle, Ken, and Patsy visiting on Vancouver Island.
We were blessed with another sunny sailing day, and Michelle sported a pink sundress and hat on the deck of Aleydabeth. We met Ann Aerobic in Northwest Bay. They had just come back from Jedediah and warned us that it had been busy. We had very comfortable sailing at about 5 knots to the Island, and were surprised at how busy the stern ties were at the cove. After deciding on a spot at the entrance of the anchorage, we got Aleydabeth secured with anchor and stern tie and napped on the deck. We Corona'd and had supper followed by competitive card games of "Hearts". Michelle snuggled down in her forward berth for the night, looking very much like worm in a cocoon inside her sleeping bag.
We re-anchored on Monday morning as our skipper was unhappy with the location. We dinghied over to Jedediah Island and noticed the increase in jellyfish since spring, and how dry the island had become since our visit in May. We hiked across the crackling brown grass of the meadow to the old homestead site. When we arrived, a few cautious feral sheep edged near us. We noticed the old fruit trees in the orchard were laden with fruit; and after a firm kick to the trunk apples rained down around us. The sound of the apples hitting the ground brought a number of the sheep down to retrieve a meal from the fruit. They scrambled and fought over the apples Lyle and I noted that a number of the fresh water pockets we had seen before and the little creek that ran through the hay field were completely dry, so I am sure that the sheep were happy for the juicy fruit. Other than the island visitors making it available to them, they would have to wait for it to fall of its own accord. It must be frustrating for them to know it is there and not be able to get it. We also noticed a couple of sheep carcasses that had not been there in May either, so the summer had taken a toll on their flock. We humans, explored, lunched and enjoyed the day.
On Tuesday we lifted anchor and headed for home. It was a rough ride back. A few of the powerboats that had been at anchor turned about and returned to the cove. I was uncomfortable at the helm, so we left the piloting to Lyle. We sailed some and motored some and made Beachcomber "quick time" The girls were glad for the quick ride as we had reached the end of my Bonamine stock and we were sharing gravol for the run home.
It is always nice to take people out on Aleydabeth and we loved having Michelle to share a few days of sailing with us.
Lyle had just been home for a few days from his circumnavigation of the island and we welcomed Daryl, Michelle, Ken, and Patsy visiting on Vancouver Island.
We were blessed with another sunny sailing day, and Michelle sported a pink sundress and hat on the deck of Aleydabeth. We met Ann Aerobic in Northwest Bay. They had just come back from Jedediah and warned us that it had been busy. We had very comfortable sailing at about 5 knots to the Island, and were surprised at how busy the stern ties were at the cove. After deciding on a spot at the entrance of the anchorage, we got Aleydabeth secured with anchor and stern tie and napped on the deck. We Corona'd and had supper followed by competitive card games of "Hearts". Michelle snuggled down in her forward berth for the night, looking very much like worm in a cocoon inside her sleeping bag.
We re-anchored on Monday morning as our skipper was unhappy with the location. We dinghied over to Jedediah Island and noticed the increase in jellyfish since spring, and how dry the island had become since our visit in May. We hiked across the crackling brown grass of the meadow to the old homestead site. When we arrived, a few cautious feral sheep edged near us. We noticed the old fruit trees in the orchard were laden with fruit; and after a firm kick to the trunk apples rained down around us. The sound of the apples hitting the ground brought a number of the sheep down to retrieve a meal from the fruit. They scrambled and fought over the apples Lyle and I noted that a number of the fresh water pockets we had seen before and the little creek that ran through the hay field were completely dry, so I am sure that the sheep were happy for the juicy fruit. Other than the island visitors making it available to them, they would have to wait for it to fall of its own accord. It must be frustrating for them to know it is there and not be able to get it. We also noticed a couple of sheep carcasses that had not been there in May either, so the summer had taken a toll on their flock. We humans, explored, lunched and enjoyed the day.
On Tuesday we lifted anchor and headed for home. It was a rough ride back. A few of the powerboats that had been at anchor turned about and returned to the cove. I was uncomfortable at the helm, so we left the piloting to Lyle. We sailed some and motored some and made Beachcomber "quick time" The girls were glad for the quick ride as we had reached the end of my Bonamine stock and we were sharing gravol for the run home.
It is always nice to take people out on Aleydabeth and we loved having Michelle to share a few days of sailing with us.