Desolation Sound in September

….is just not quite the same as in mid-summer. We were lucky to have some lovely sunny days, and it certainly felt warm in the sun, but the air had a chill to it that just wouldn’t shake. We were at Rebecca Spit the first night and Fynn and Kolby slept outside under the stars on the foredeck.

I climb that!

They were a bit damp in the morning. We headed to Tenedos that afternoon and motored in the sunshine on flat seas.  We nailed our stern tie in the cove and enjoyed the afternoon sun before it dipped behind the mountains.

All alone

The next morning we woke up in the shade. When we were still in the shade at 11am I requested that we move out of our spot and into the sunshine. The boat was cold- fleece pants and wool socks cold. We headed to Unwin Lake in the afternoon and were disappointed to find that two logs/ swimming platforms had floated off. The air wasn’t quite warm enough and the water was a bit chilly, but we still had fun. We even lugged Bowen’s bed with us so we could put him down for his nap when he was tired.

At the lake

Back at the dinghy the tide was way up and Kolby and Fynn chased sculpins around the tide pools before we headed home for a salmon dinner.  The next morning we left for Laura Cove and tucked into the nook that is just at the entrance to the bay. Despite the rocks it is a lovely spot. We spent the day dinghying and paddle boarding around the cove.

‘The Spot’ at Laura Cove

The days are getting shorter now and seems to quickly slip through our fingers. In the morning Kolby picked the prawn trap and had a good haul 32 prawns!  I went for a paddle and then we picked up the anchor and headed for a stop over at Refuge Cove as it was the last day they were open. We were expecting something, but instead found a mostly empty store and the only thing on sale was ice cream at 25% off.

BUBBLES!

We washed our laundry and hung it on the life lines as we headed to Squirrel Cove, where we intended to ride the rapids on the paddle board. See that is the thing with having littles, intentions don’t always work out. Instead we watched the water draining from the lagoon from the dinghy and went for a zoom around as Fynn napped. C’est le vie.