At the crack of dawn our captain was up ‘n Adam, raising anchor and firing up the engines at 06:00 so that we could be to our first destination by 08:30. Today was a day of transition. Our first week’s crew was a multi-generational one. Cap’n Adam’s parents, Sveinn & Anne, had been caravanning with us since day 1 in their own boat. Today they turned south to begin their homeward journey. Our dear Canadian - Costa Rican friends, Rodrigo & Yesenia, and their three energetic niňos, had also been with us since departure. Today they hopped on a bus in Port McNeill headed home to Vancouver. As we bid our farewells and see-you-soons, we also said our hellos to Armin and Julie, our new crew for the next leg of the journey. After getting groceries, ice and beverages in Port McNeill, and after the 3 remaining crew had their well-deserved warm onshore showers, we untied and headed north and west, past Port Hardy and through Queen Charlotte Strait, then through Goletus Channel to Hope Island. On Hope Island is the stunning Bull Harbour, the last protected alcove before the open expanse of the Pacific Ocean. The steep walls of this sheltered refuge from the sea are pock-marked with dark caves. The rains were gently falling from grey foggy skies as we glided into harbour on low throttle. Towering spires rose out at the shoreline, the land seems to have a spirit of its own. And tomorrow – we head west and then south on the other side…
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