No surprise, the fog is here as predicted by Environment Canada. In addition, there is a persistent mist that makes this morning’s prime goal staying put and inside. By noon, Karen and I were stir crazy and weighed anchor for a very brief cruise over to Waddington Bay. It was one year plus one day since we had dropped anchor in Waddington.
Another motivator of our decision to move was the forecasted increase in the winds. Waddington provides better protection in any wind.
As we approached the entrance, there were two boats just turning into the entrance from the other direction. We followed them and found one other boat, a sailboat named Ghoster, anchored in the bay. The two other power boats decided to raft together so we dropped anchor only forty yards from where we were last year.
The weather continued to be the same: foggy and misty, teetering on the verge of light rain. So for the next three hours we read, worked on this blog and I processed more pictures.
Waddington Bay foggy harbour
A few more boats joined us in the Bay, bringing the total to seven. The wind picked up as forecast and the afternoon entertainment began. The two boats that were rafted together began to drift under the influence of the winds. They separated and each sought their own individual anchorage. The latter of the two boats headed over to us and the sailboat that we were anchored upwind from. It took them three attempts to decide where they wanted to be and how to prevent themselves from being too close to our boat and the sailboat.
The machinations even brought the white-bearded captain of the sailboat out of his cozy cabin to evaluate his status relative to the large boat that was setting herself between him and the wind.
All told, one other boat drifted seriously near a rocky islet, and another decided to move to another spot across the bay. Whenever the winds blows at anchor, it always seems to start a domino effect of musical chairs as captains reposition, either voluntarily or not, to best advantage.
As Karen was preparing sandwiches for dinner, she called out to me to come and help determine what she was seeing in the water. Black, but certainly not a seal, we quickly determine that we were looking a black bear swimming between two islands. It was our first bear sighting, and continued the entertainment for the afternoon.
As the sun set, we began to see a break in the clouds in the distance. Hopefully the wind will die down as forecast and the clouds will give way to blue skies.