Sharing the Season's End with Friends

Mother Nature Sends Us South:

It was late August in the Burke and we expected a lovely Indian Summer with warm days and cool nights.  Hali fishing was poor so we relocated to a prawning ground as we heard of an impending storm.  Snug in our anchorage, we were reminded that mother nature has no master and a beautiful Indian Summer became just a dream.  Winds hit 60 knots at McGinness and the rain pelted down

When the winds calmed we headed south.  We fueled in Port McNeill and spent time at our favorite marina. From there we navigated the tidal rapids to Powell River.  Many of our friends can be called our Canada/Mexico friends.  Among those are Marion and San.

A Canada/Mexico Connection:

I think that it was raining too hard in Powell River to get a clear picture so I had to go to the archives for this photo.  Powell River has an interesting history and we received a first rate tour.  San has lived in Powell River for more than 50 years.  I tried to imagine growing up in a mill town where housing was provided - you lived on a street that denoted your position in the mill.

While San and Marion are among our more recent friends, Jim and I grew up together and have been friends for more than 50 years and Masa for more than 25 years.  We did a different trip south this year - a leisurely tour of the Canadian Gulf Islands and the American San Juan Islands.

The Happy Crabbers:

Masa showed an interest in and an aptitude for crabbing.  He and Doug did well in Ganges Harbour.

Roche Harbor:

Jeff and Bill's Place:

Wind Blown on the Bow:

Goodbyes in Everett:

It is fitting that we said our goodbyes in Everett so close to where Jim and I grew up!