Not our first choice for an overnight stop, but the winds were threatening to blow to 40 knots and there was literally no room at any of the marinas. We first found a public dock that was empty in Sourdough Bay and because we were right behind the Coast Guard station, we thought we better radio in to make sure it was okay to dock, we were denied, so we dropped the anchor about 50 feet away from the dock and tied a stern line to a piling in the back of the bay. We were happy to be here, a few games of cards, a nice dinner and off to bed. 3:00 am, I wake up to a funny squeeking sound, turns out that due to the currents in this bay, we had drifted around the corner of our stern line and Waynes’ dinghy was acting like a huge fender keeping us off the empty public dock. The current had blown us sideways 50 feet and it now looked like we were wedged against the dock with a 12’ fender (Wayne’s dinghy). After waking everyone up, Wayne deflates one tube of his dinghy (so as to not puncture it) and we manage to get secured again until it was time to pull anchor and go to our dock reservation at Prince Rupert Yacht Club. Our first anchoring incident was not life shattering nor did it do any major damage to anything (including Wayne’s Dinghy)
At 10:00 am the next morning, we were able to take the boats to Prince Rupert Yacht Club for one more night at a dock. We all walked to town, the boys to the marine stores and the ladies off to Safeway for re-provisioning. Oh and to the Liquor store, where we purchase out their supply of Southern Comfort.
While we are there, surprise, surprise, we run into Mikes Mom and Step Dad who are awaiting the Ferry to go to the Queen Charlottes for a mini vacation. We have a few drinks with them then early to bed (to catch up from the 3:00 am awakening)
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