By 6:00PM we are really getting beat-up due to the continually rising
westerly. As we motor into it, I think we are going up and down
more than we are going forward. We plunge the bow under the green
water a number of times. The boat literally comes to a grinding
halt for about a minute when this happens. I have to go below and
tighten the portholes up a bit as we are getting a few drips of
water through them. The tide is starting to change and I am afraid
we are going start making zero forward progress. I had been hoping to
get near Gods Pocket or perhaps
even Bull
Harbor, but accomplishing this is looking less likely with
each passing minute. It is decision time our options are
either to turn west into Port Hardy or
turn east and head across Queen
Charlotte Strait. Those who have read
my Around
Vancouver lsland story know I am not a particular a fan of
Port Hardy. In addition, turning east has the added benefit of
offering a nice sail (imagine!) across the Strait. It seems like
a no-brainer to me. We hoist sail and turn towards the mainland.
By now, it is blowing pretty hard and I put a reef in the main
to be on the safe side. Once we start reaching our motion
is 1000% better. We start rocking along at 6+ knots. Much better.
Once we get settled on our tack, it becomes evident that we will
be over-nighting in Blunden Harbor on the mainland side of Queen
Charlotte Strait. Given the wind, time, and our current position,
it is the obvious destination.
I think it would be safe to say that Amy is a pretty scared
at this point. Wind and waves dont normally seem to
bother her, but the fact that we are out in the middle of a
large body of water has her scared. We also have gotten hit by
a couple waves pretty hard, which really threw the boat and made
a bit of a racket. Despite being scared, she has done a great
job helping me get the sails up. We both have life vests &
harnesses on. The Patience is in her element and is
handling well, although my reef in the main looks pretty bad.
In fact, the whole boat looks pretty bad. We werent really
prepared for it to pick up like this and all hell has kind of
broken loose. Oh well, nothing that cant be put away.
The wind now is blowing a steady 20+ knots. I estimate the
waves are 4 or 5 feet (1.2 1.5M) high. The sky has
gone completely overcast.
Aim unclips herself and goes below to use the head. She comes up
and tells me she took one look in the mirror and then proclaimed to
herself, No time for beauty. Pretty dang funny. It is a
bit of a rocky ride, but not bad at all. Once we get a little
settled down, I seal and launch bottle #2
and take a few videos. Before we know it, we are nearing the entrance
to Blunden Harbor. I get the sails
down and fire up the trusty diesel. The entrance proves to be a
little tricky, especially given the conditions. Amy navigates below
at the chart table (using radar, depth sounder and Visual
Navigation Suite) and I stay topsides and pilot. We get in and
drop the hook in about 40 feet (12.2M) of water. We anchor in the
lee of Small Islandthere are about
four other boats anchored with us. The time is 7:45PM. We are both
pretty exhausted from the beating we had taken in front of Port
Hardy and the sail across Queen Charlotte Strait. We cook up
steak fajitas and then head to bed.
We wake up at 5:00AM the next morning and are the first boat out of Blunden Harbor (last boat in, first boat out). We have the anchor up and are underway by 5:45AM. We are dead-set on getting around Cape Caution today. Due to our abbreviated visit, we didnt really get to see much of Blunden Harbor, so I dont have much to report. The harbor offers a good and secure anchorage, and there is not much in the way of civilization. For some reason, the harbor reminds me a little bit of Prideaux Haven in Desolation Sound, but it is kind of hard to tell given the weather conditions and our lack interest in exploring.
We get back into Queen Charlotte Strait and head north up along the coastline. It is very foggy out. Visibility is between ½ and ¼ mile. It is flat calm and there is no wind. We are totally relying on our electronics for navigation. Visual Navigation Suite and the radar are working very nicely together. Once again, Amy is navigating and I am on deck piloting.
In her spare time, Amy makes some coffee. She presents me with my cup of coffee, calling it a cream bomb. On the Patience we are really into our coffee and creamer (emphasis on creamer intentional). Our cups of coffee are commonly referred to as cream bombs or liquid creamsicles. Sadly enough, we are packing about 10 pints of our favorite non-dairy creamerCarnation Hazelnut Non-Fat Liquid Cream. You would think that 10 pints would represent a lifetime supply, but at the rate we go through it, it doesnt last very long. At any rate, we dread the day when we finally run out of creamer and have to go to the powdered stuff, or even worse, non-fat milk. I am sure you cant buy Carnation Hazelnut on the north coast of British Columbia.
At 7:24AM, Amy and I break out the Baileys and start celebrating. We have just crossed the infamous WNTL (The Whelan Northmost Travel Line). This is the farthest north latitude anyone in my known family has navigated a yacht - 55.3° North. When we sailed around Vancouver Island in 1995 , the farthest North we got was Bull Harbor, 20 nautical miles to our west. We are just now passing that latitude. We celebrate with pictures, videos and Baileys & coffee.
Despite the partying, we are kept busy with navigation due to fog, rocks, reefs and radar targets that come and go. We have seen a number of radar targets on the screen, but have only caught glimpses of a trawler and a tug southbound. They look like ghost ships on this eerie morning. We are currently heading up Richards Channel and there is a pretty big ground swell running. Unfortunately Visual Navigation Suite doesnt have many current stations for this part of the world, but Chappells book says we could be bucking up to a 2 knot opposing current as the flood picks up this morning. Thus far we havent really seen much current effect.
As we continue on, the swell continues to build. The boat is now rolling quite a bit and as a result, Amy starts to feel sick and look a little green. In addition, I am afraid the westerly is going to come up and things are going to get ugly as we try and round Cape Caution. Once again, it is decision time do we go for it, or duck in? I finally decide to duck in. The thought of getting beat up while rounding Cape Caution with my wife feeling sick as a dog does not sound like a fun. We abort our attempt to round the cape and turn hard starboard into the last possible shelter before Cape CautionNakwakto Rapids via Slingsby Channel.
Entering Slingsby Channel from Queen Charlotte Strait proves to be extremely intimidating. As our friend Jose would say, things got a little dicey, well at least mentally. Amy is navigating while I pilot. Per our radar, visibility is about 400 700 feet (121 213M). In these conditions, Slingsby Channel is truly a hole in the wallthe entrance (labeled the outer rapids on the chart) is only 500 feet (152M) wide. While under normal visibility this would probably look like a gaping canyon, today it seems like a slit in the face of a cliff. We can see the entrance to the channel on the radar, but all we can visually see around us is occasional white water crashing on reefs; not very pleasant scenery. Added to this, is the fear that the water flooding into Nakwakto Rapids will suck us into a situation where we wont have control of the boat.
Despite all the extremely dark foreshadowing, we get into the channel with no problems. We go in dead slow, but still make 4 knots over the bottom due to the approximately 3 4 knots of flood going east through the channel (Nakwakto is currently flooding at 6 knots). Going down the channel reminds me of the river scene in the movie Apocolypse Now. Quite erie, but beautiful, narrow and lush. We transit the channel successfully and take a left turn right before the rapids and head into Treadwell Bay. To our surprise, there is some sort of lodge in Treadwell Bay. In addition, there is a small hovercraft moored up to a floating cabin. We head deep into the bay to the recommended anchorage and drop the hook. The anchorage is a little hairy as we have reefs ~400 feet (122M) away one direction and the shore ~250 feet (76M) away the other direction. It is 11:45AM.
We spend the rest of the day festering in Treadwell Bay. The weather is miserable with lots of heavy fog and mist. We cant see much and everything in the boat is getting damp. Very damp. Amy and I are depressed we really wanted to get around Cape Caution today and this seems like a real letdown. To cheer ourselves up, we watch Scream and Sleepless in Seattle on the video recorder.
While we are watching movies, one of the crew from the hovercraft
rows over, knocks on the hull, and introduces himself. There are
three guys onboard and they have developed an experimental
hovercraft. They are bringing it up to somewhere in Alaska to
demo it to a potential customer. The hovercraft is officially
called the Hovercraft Explorer. These guys are business
people and believe there is a market for hovercrafts up in
Southeast Alaska and north British Columbia. Their vessel can
skim over reefs, do 35 mph over flat water and only burn 2
gallons (8 liters) an hour! I wonder to myself what happens when
it gets rough. Anyway, they believe they are the first commercial
hovercraft to navigate the Inside Passage. I later give them a
few gallons of gasoline that we have on board for our Susuki
outboard. They are almost out of gasoline because of their
repeated unsuccessful attempts to get around Cape Caution.
Later, I check out their vessel at closer range. While it is
very cool, I think to myself it looks a little lightweight for
this part of the coast. Also, given current weather conditions,
their accommodations make our accommodations aboard the
Patience look like the Queen Mary. They have about
four large coolers stocked with food and are cooking on the dock
on a portable propane camping stove. Their bunks consist
of sleeping bags in the cockpit of the hovercraft. Overall, they
are a pretty nice group of guys. Amy however thinks they are a
little dead-calmish (as it relates to the similarly
named movie), but I disagree.
We also see a dive boat go by, headed to the lodge. Per the crew from the Hovercraft Explorer, the lodge is actually a dive lodge. This area apparently has some amazing undersea life that attracts scuba divers from all around the world. I wonder to myself if this has something to do with all the fresh water from the run-off up in Seymour Inlet combining with the salt water in Nakwakto Rapids? All this activity makes Treadwell Bay seem a little bit less dreary.
Amy is in full-fester-mode, so I make some Bobali pizzas for dinner/lunch. Time has sort of lost meaning here in Treadwell Bay. After dinner/lunch, we play cards and eat Nutter Butters for dessert. Later, I put the motor on the Avon and con Amy into accompanying me to see the famous Nakwakto Rapids via Avon. It is near slack water (6.30PM) and I feel we should be safe. Nakwakto Rapids are some of the fastest saltwater rapids in the world. According to the Sailing Directions:
Tidal streams in Nakwakto Rapids attain a maximum 14 kn on the flood and 16 kn on the ebb, one of the highest rates in the world, their main strength impinging on Turret Rock.
Before leaving Treadwell Bay in the Avon, we pull up next to
another sailboat that has recently anchored. If memory serves,
the boat was called the Windpoint. The Windpoint
turns out to be crewed by the Franciscos a really nice
couple from Brown Island in Friday Harbor (Washington). They and
their dog Chocolate are on their way in to Seymour Inlet.
They had entered Slingsby Channel via one of the passages though
the Fox Islands and hadnt had too
much trouble. Windpoint is planning on transiting Nakwakto
Rapids tomorrow at 7AM slack. The Franciscos tell us they row
Chocolate in three times a day so he can take his daily pee.
We bid them and Chocolate well, and head off to see the rapids.
Their dog Chocolate makes us miss Barkley, our Golden Retriever
who is back in Seattle. Barkley, despite being named
after Barkley Sound (West Coast Vancouver Island) is
not very boat compatible.
Amy and I continue on to Nakwakto Rapids. It is about a 5 or 10
minute trip once we get the Avon up on a plane. I am intent on
landing on the small island that is labeled
Indian Reserve Island. I want
to hike over the island to view the rapids. We moor the Avon on
the ledge mentioned in Don
Douglas book. The ledge is about 50 feet (15.2M) away
from some 3 foot (0.9M) mini-rapids that are between
Indian Reserve Island and the mainland. Once the Avon is tied up
securely, we take a few tentative steps down the trail. Unfortunately,
Amy somehow becomes convinced bears are stalking us and makes me
turn back. I am disappointed, but not real keen on scaring my wife
to death. As we depart Indian Reserve Island, we end up almost get
sucked down the mini 3 foot (0.9M) rapids due to a premature
castoff. Fortunately, we get the Susuki running in a nick of time
and zip out of there. We take the Avon over towards the rapids and
look cautiously from a few hundred feet away. The rapids look
fast even though there is only a knot or two of flood right now.
The rapids must be an amazing sight at full flood or ebb.
I take a few blurry photographs and then we head back to the boat.
When we get back to the Patience, we start preparing for
the next day. I pull up the Avons motor and secure everything
down. I am intent on rounding Cape Caution come hell or high water.
We run the Kabota for about an hour and make some power. Amy
declares that we are getting ripe and it is time for an evening
of beauty. I heat some water on the stove and we both take
refreshing and much-needed showers. We hit the sack at 10:00PM.
It has been a strange day.
I get up at 5:00AM the following morning and try to listen to the weather forecast on the VHF. We are having a hard time picking up weather 4 (Comox). Radio reception comes and goes as the boat swings very irritating. I begin to develop a hypothesis that there is something wrong with our VHFs reception capability. This hypothesis is strengthened as the trip continues. It seems very odd that the hovercraft next door is able to get weather reception with their 7 foot (2.1M) whip antennae, but we are unable to get quality reception with our antennae over 50 feet (15.2M) in the air. As I said, very irritating.
Nakwakto is currently ebbing at over 6 knots. I am planning on leaving Treadwell Bay around 6:15 6:30AM when the ebb has died to about 4 5 knots. I calculate that will give us approximately 3 knots of westbound current in Slingsby Channel. I want to be sling-shotted out of Slingsby Channel, but not too hard. We have 5.3 miles to go west in Slingsby. I figure by the time we get to the Outer Rapids there will be less than a knot of current and we should not have any problems. I am hoping that the westerly is not blowing yet. It is very hard to tell due to radio reception problems and the incredibly sheltered nature of this bay. I think an atom bomb could go off in Queen Charlotte Strait and we would be oblivious to it here in Treadwell Bay.
None of our cruising guides or even the Canadian Sailing Directions
seems to emphasize what I see as a real potential hazard in Slingsby
Channel. Maybe I am just hypersensitive about rip tides, but I think
this area really has potential to be dangerous. From what I have
learned, the ebbs in Nakwakto Rapids and Slingsby Channel are
stronger than the corresponding floods. I think this must have to
do with the fresh water run-off that is coming from the mountains
and glaciers back in Seymour Inlet. One would think this is probably
at a maximum in late fall and spring when there is a lot of run-off.
At any rate, this, combined with the tidal flow can generate quite
an ebb flowing through Nakwakto Rapids. This ebb continues down the
somewhat less hairy Slingsby Channel. My guess is the current
through Slingsby Channel is probably about half of what
the official current is at Nawako rapids. When the ebb
exits Slingsby Channel and runs into a stiff westerly (imagine the
odds of that happening!) at the Outer Rapids, a very steep and
dangerous sea must build up. In fact, the guys in the hovercraft
mentioned they tried to get out of Sligsby Channel the other day
at full ebb with a very light westerly. They ran into what they
estimated were six foot (1.8M) breaking waves. Imagine what this
place looks like during a spring 16 knot ebb butting up against
a 50 knot westerly it must be a terrifying sight.
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