The following notes were taken by the author aboard the "QE Too", a thirty one foot Cruise-A-Home. The cruise begins at the Tacoma Narrows Marina, located just south of the Tacoma Narrows bridge then northwestward through the inside passage of Vancouver Island to Kingcome Inlet and Greenway Sound. The author returned to Seattle aboard Kenmore Air after two weeks, but the cruise continued for a total of 30 days and 1000 nautical miles to return to the Narrows Marina in Tacoma.

After loading the boat with all our personal effects and provisions, we got underway from Tacoma in the early afternoon and started our cruise aboard the QE Too. Waters and winds were calm. There were three persons on board, the Captain, the tour director, and myself. The cruise today was mostly uneventful except for a near miss on a fairly large floating log. I noticed having an autopilot can easily lead to an unmanned helm. Found that the Captains chair at the helm really "squeaked" badly due to cracked welds at the bottom mount. I lubricated it with spray lubricant and said good-bye to the noise. Next I prepared my crab pots and found I was

unable to attach bait due to lack of safety wire and no bait. Seems like we always forget something! There was a quick rain squall after arriving at the port of Kingston. After the short squall I launched the dinghy and cruised around near the ferry dock. Later, I walked around town a little - very nice little town. We spent the night at the guest dock in Kingston - Appletree Cove and headed for bed around 9:30. The guest pier filled up. Unfortunately we had very "noisy" neighbors right next to us - talked all night. During the middle of the night I got very cold and I started the electric heater, thanks to shore power.

After waking up with a cup of coffee we motored over to the gas dock to fill up on fuel and emptied the waste system. Getting under way I piloted out of the harbor up on the fly bridge. The weather mild with light winds - fairly overcast but warm. From the aroma emanating from the cabin below, I could tell that Breakfast was being prepared. As we crossed the shipping lanes that enter Puget Sound from Admiralty Inlet we saw two large seagoing tugs escorting a huge oil tanker ship on its way towards Seattle. Transferring command of the helm to the steering station below I enjoyed breakfast with the tour director while the Captain piloted the boat. After cleaning the dishes, I sat down at the computer here to start these notes. Continuing on now, it's nice to have a fully integrated navigation and autopilot system; all you need to do is have the autopilot follow the GPS (global positioning system) with a map display on the computer to verify your position. But you must also keep a sharp eye out for floating debris. With the GPS NMEA output connected to the computer serial input, you can see the boats position and path on the computer screen and all the small deviations that are made to avoid vessel collisions. As the

tour director had a little snooze, I checked around the decks and engine for normal conditions and found that the Captain had left the key ring with the deck fitting key on the side of the boat - possibly could have lost it overboard if we hit a large wave. I retrieved the ring to safety and found engine conditions normal. After lunch we traversed the narrow Deception Pass. Waters were fairly calm as we passed through with the current, sometimes reaching 15 knots speed-over-ground as we went. During a quick stop in Flounder Bay near Anacortes, we fueled up, got crab and fishing bait, and ice for the perishables. Arriving at Blakely Island Marina, I launched the dinghy again and brought the crab traps but didn't catch any keepers. After dinner, I got the bucket and brush out and scrubbed down the upper deck of the boat, as it was still very dirty from its long winters moorage in Tacoma - the birds sometimes roost in the rafters of the slip leaving droppings all over the top of the boat. After I put the dinghy away for the night, we all relaxed on the newly cleaned upper deck and witnessed a very beautiful sunset. Still remembering the pressures of modern society, I realized once again what relaxing is all about!

Today things got off to a soggy start as it had poured down rain all night. After a quick trip to the Blakely store to mail some things and look around, we set out for our next destination, Sucia Island. As the day progressed the weather started to cooperate and get better; we made a short stop at the Orcas Island ferry landing, as we had on my first boat through here at age one. I bought a newspaper while the tour director continued to prepare breakfast. As we continued on, it started to actually get nice. Stopping briefly at Jones Island, the Captain and I took the dinghy into the State Park dock to explore the island after breakfast. We walked toward the south side and we could see that the island had experienced some heavy forest damage, obviously from a heavy storm. We also saw three small deer that didn't seem to mind our presence. Then back to the boat we continued toward Sucia Island, but took a detour so I could go fishing near the north end of Orcas Island and boy did that pay off. After putting in a herring on a double hook just west of Parker Reef - within 15 minutes I caught our dinner. We made our way on now to Fox Cove in Sucia

Island and tied up to a buoy. This little bay is particularly interesting for the sculpting of the sandstone shoreline. The Captain and I launched the dinghy and reported in at the Park station. Later I took a good nap and the Captain took the dinghy out on an exploration trip somewhere out of sight. The tour director did whatever it is she does while we are busy. Now the sun is shining beautifully with blue skies above. Time now for dinner - fresh fish! After our dinner, I took the dinghy in to shore for a walk around the old stomping grounds; I recognized a lot around this island as we stayed here many times in the past. Hiking around a while, I took some very good sunset pictures. Located on the side of a small hill overlooking the bay on the other side of the island, I found a rock that has a seat for two carved in it - a perfect spot for a couple to enjoy the heavenly view together! Returning to the boat, we watched a Blue Heron, a Seal, and a Bald Eagle engage in their evening snack time along the shore as we watched the sun over the dead still and calm bay. Bed time now as the dew falls on everything and the evening cools off.

This morning we woke up to find that the entire area around us was fogged in. The tour director and I sang "Happy Birthday" to the Captain as it was his birthday today. Following a quick breakfast and after the fog had lifted a little, we set out for Bedwell Harbour; maintaining a slow headway as we were still in the fog and not able to see land - we relied on the GPS and computer map display to guide us as we went, keeping a watchful eye out for other boats as we sounded the horn every sixty seconds and finally made our way into the bay where Bedwell Harbour is located. As we entered the area, land eventually became visible; it was like we had entered a strange new world where things are just a little bit different - including the flag. After clearing Canada customs we secured a spot on the guest dock and settled in for the night. With the fog starting to lift now, other boaters on the guest dock started leaving; and arriving boaters

flooded the customs pier. It was interesting to sit and watch all the activity in the harbour. Also noticeable was the lack of courtesy some boaters showed when it came to keeping their wake down. The Captain and I walked up for a beer at the restaurant in "town" and later set sail in the dinghy for a little adventure through the narrow Pender Canal and saw the low bridge connecting north and south Pender Islands at the head of the bay. For dinner we had barbecued steak for the first time. I went for a shower at the marina and later watched another wonderful sunset off the fly-bridge. Getting to bed this evening proved to be a little bit of a challenge compared to other nights; as we found that the marine head started malfunctioning. Whenever this happens the Captain ends up in the panic-mode to unsuccessfully get it fixed. It rained a couple of times through the night. The head repair will have to wait until tomorrow.

Normal daily operations were suspended this morning and all efforts were concentrated on the marine head repair. Tool boxes were taken out and all equipment was strewn about the cabin as we tried to zero-in on the problem, The Captain ended up in a semi-panic-mode and tempers flared again until we finally found that the sea water intake line was clogged by seaweed. We traversed the narrow Pender Canal north of Bedwell Harbour and continued on. I took the helm as the Captain finished work on the marine head, the tour director helping when she could. All systems mostly back to normal now, we went on through Dodd Narrows and on into Nanaimo. Prior to arriving in Nanaimo, we came upon a boat that was obviously in trouble and needed assistance getting back to the harbour. We took him in a stern tow and dropped him off at the

gas dock and continued on to our overnight moorage on "G" dock in Nanaimo Harbour. After a quick shower on shore, I took a small walk around town and found that most everything was closed due to Canada Day. Following a hamburger dinner, the Captain accompanied the tour director for a short walk down the boardwalk. There were many little shops selling souvenirs and such; we also heard a man playing an accordion, a woman singing, and two ladies playing flutes along the way. Later that evening I took a small ferry out to the Dinghy Dock Pub out on Protection Island - located just outside the harbour entrance to Nanaimo. Returning after having a beer there, we all hit the hay. I had a terrible sleep, as the moorage is located right near the center of town - sirens, ferry whistles, and drunken sailors yelling, kept me awake.

The Captain started things off again this morning with the coffee making ritual. Soon after that, I went to the mall to shop around for some stuff. I picked up some fresh bread and got some Canadian beer at the liquor store. Back on the boat now, we prepared to get underway again by filling the potable water and gas tanks. The weather today was mildly warm with a light wind from the north. We exited Nanaimo from Departure Bay where the BC ferry pulls in. Continuing north now - staying out of the Navy torpedo testing area called "Whiskey-Golf" or "WG" as it was active today. As we passed, we saw that there were two Navy boats tied at a buoy here, each displaying a red flashing light that signaled caution; there was also a seaplane apparently clearing the range area every now and then. I went down for a nap to catch up on my lost sleep from last night. We continued on across Malaspina Straight on the way to Pender Harbour. I was awakened by a large "thump" on the hull and found out that the Captain at the helm had become distracted again and hit another piece of floating debris (log). Arriving in Pender Harbour, the tour director and I went to the fly bridge to check things out as we passed through the narrow opening to the harbour. The weather has cleared up very nicely now

and considerably warmed up. Spotting a nice looking marina, we instructed the Captain to pull in. As we did, we were greeted by Wally, the very nice owner of Fisherman's Marina and Resort, who instructed us which slip to pull into. Today I launched the bicycle for the first time and peddaled around a little. Later, I set out in the dinghy in search of some new oar locks and found that the only place that would have any was closed for the night. As I filled the gas tank in the dinghy motor, I accidentally lost the entire filler neck overboard (after filling the tank) - oh well - we needed a new tank anyway. Returning to the boat, the tour director was fixing dinner and had me start the barbecue for our steaks. The Captain and I and went for a short walk around the resort and marina at sunset. I bought a five day non-resident fishing license here at the store, and the Captain deposited one small bag of garbage for a fee of $.50. We played with Wally's dog on our way back to the boat. As I put the dinghy up for the night we all noticed that this moorage had turned out to be the most quiet and enjoyable of any we've stayed at so far along the way - definitely a good place to visit again. We retired for the evening - fighting off the mosquitoes that snuck in while the windows were open earlier.

Waking up from the best night I'd had so far, I filled the potable water. Breakfast pancakes were ready soon thereafter and we said good-bye to my favorite spot so far. We made a short stop at the small marina in Welbourn Cove where we purchased some new oar locks for the dinghy and another gas cap to replace the one I lost yesterday. Leaving Pender Harbour and entering Malaspina Straight again, I went upstairs and caught some rays as the sun was out very nicely this morning. Today we had an exceptionally long cruise to our next destination - Desolation Sound; passing by numerous fishing boats, crab pots, other people cruising and small islands along the way. We finally arrived and as we entered, the bay was flanked by tall rock-hills and a large mountain off to the left called East Redonda Island. Continuing on through to Prideaux Haven we set anchor in Melanie Cove. This is where most of the pleasure boats were anchored. It is about 200 yards

wide, providing for a very protected area where the water is always dead still. The tour director and the Captain launched the dinghy while I took a shower with the last-remaining hot water. The weather now was very nice, sun shining, and very warm. Some of the other brave boaters were swimming off their boats as I went up top to listen to the CD player, have a beer, and relax. Looking around you can tell and appreciate why this area is a boaters paradise. Later, the tour director and the Captain returned from their expedition, and turned the dinghy over to me. I went around exploring the area - enjoying the beautiful calm and quiet that this place provides. Returning just prior to sunset, we all went up top to sit. The tour director managed to liven things up a bit by spilling my beer all over the upper deck. I tried fishing in Canada here for the first time, but didn't catch even a bite. We all went for bed early tonight and got a very good sleep in before morning.

Happy Fourth of July - but don't expect to hear any firecrackers or anything else up here in Canada; the Fourth is not a Canadian holiday, so everything here is still very quiet. The Captain cooked up some French toast and the tour director warmed up some day-old coffee for me. Following breakfast we got underway for our next destination, Big Bay. Water conditions are very calm now, cruising along at a steady 8 or 9 knots. I reported to the sun lounge up top to catch some rays and listen to my kind of music. Along the way we passed a cruise ship that looked very similar to the Virginia V (a steamboat in Seattle that I used to work on) called "The Spirit of '98". It was standing along the side of the channel, while up top the ship's chef was barbecuing some fixin's for the passengers. The boat was beautifully painted white with dark blue trim and had about four decks in all. Continuing on we saw several bald eagles scouting around for their daily meal along the shore. I've never seen so many eagles. As we approached Harbott Point on Stuart Island, we started to make our

way up Yuculta Rapids. Both I and the tour director were sitting on the flying bridge, with the captain piloting from below. We were never warned by the Captain that this area had the potential to be very turbulent due to the currents one could encounter here. Traveling along at about 10 or 11 knots, our speed over ground rapidly decreased and almost all directional control was lost as we were tossed around by 6 to 7 knot currents and whirlpools! All of a sudden we went from calm waters to almost total chaos. Then, if that wasn't enough, we had to dodge whole trees and clumps of floating debris coming at us from all directions. At one point the boat was turned fairly violently and the refrigerator came open depositing half the contents on the floor of the cabin. Keeping a lookout from up top, I could see that we had lost all forward motion now and were traveling almost sideways. I called down and told the Captain we needed more power, and he gave it all she had. Regaining some headway in the direction of Big Bay, we labored ahead,

fighting the current all the way, pitching back and forth and holding on! Finally, turning around Whirlpool Point, we entered Big Bay, slowed down, and headed for the gas dock - whew! We tied up and loaded about 100 gallons of gas. While talking to the gas dock attendant, she told us that everyone was watching us as we came into the bay around Whirlpool Point. She said we need to pay more attention to our current tables and hit the area at slack current (the Gillard Pass peak current was 9 knots that day) - no kidding. I'll remember this for the next time. Tying up for the evening now, we took a walk around the small settlement of Big Bay - a store, a restaurant, laundry, and shower facilities, and trails to peoples homes - no roads - no cars. We had dinner in the restaurant - very nice after one week on the water. I had New York steak with prawns and a glass of red wine with home made white bread - fresh from the oven. After dinner, I took a short walk down the dirt path. Walking along I saw that most people built their homes on the waterfront and just up from their houses,

had placed their generator sheds very close to the trail. Ten minutes later, I turned around to head back as I was making a nice meal for the mosquitoes in the woods. Arriving back at the boat, I went into my bed making ritual again - get out the sleeping bag, pillow, air mattress, and inflator, take down the table, arrange the cushions, inflate the air mattress, set up the sleeping bag, place the pillow, and finally, hit the hay. The tour director decided to take a shower aboard the boat before going to bed, and just as she started, a fairly large boat came into the bay and left a gigantic wake for all the boats in the marina! Boat owners, including our Captain, wearing his pajamas, as were other boat captains, were alarmed and got out to check their lines - how rude some people can be. The boat rocked for at least five minutes, lines tugging on the dock. The tour director about had a heart-attack as this all happened while she was in the shower. Finally, after all that excitement, everyone had a good nights sleep.

Again, we started with coffee and breakfast, as we filled the potable water; getting underway around 10:00 a.m.. We went with the current this time, making our journey much more enjoyable. The weather was calm today, with mostly overcast skies, and cooler air. Leaving the Big Bay area we saw a large, dead tree on shore that provided a perfect spot for a bunch of bald eagles to build a nest.- There were two perched there as we passed. Today's cruise only took about two hours, going by nothing too much special. We arrived at Blind Channel and tied up at the dock. Soon after, we saw and talked to the pilot of a Kenmore Air Harbor Beaver , a single engine, nine cylinder, radial. He was picking someone up here today. Following that excitement, I wandered up to see the resort that consisted of a restaurant, store, showers, laundry facilities and a few cabins. I purchased a fishing lure, then, launching the dinghy, I loaded it with all my fishing and crabbing gear and set out on a fishing expedition. Crossing the channel to the other side I set the crab pots, put the line out to see what's down there and didn't find much of anything. Retrieving the pots with nothing in them,

I decided to turn back for the resort and found that the Captain made a mistake in telling me which direction the current was going through the channel that separated me and the marina. As it was just a half hour past flood tide, I was cautious to make sure that I could keep up with the current before setting out across the passage, then did so and made it without any problem - good thing the motor didn't poop out on the way. After returning safely , I was tired, took a nap, and woke up to the sound of rain drops on top of the boat. The weather has turned worse now, winds and rain kicking up with low clouds setting in around the bay. As evening came, it was time to get ready for dinner ashore in the little restaurant. We enjoyed a wonderful German-style meal, complete with authentic hand made decorations. We met the people that owned and operated the place - very nice, warm folks. Returning to the boat, we sat around keeping dry, and the tour director and I continued writing our stories, the tour director's on paper, mine on the computer. Getting late now, we turned in for the night as we were to rise early next morning to beat the currents and tides.

Up this morning at about 5:30am, we got underway just after sun-up to beat the tidal currents going through Greene Point Rapids and Chancellor Channel. The weather was very calm and clear with wisps of low clouds in the distance with the sun on the rise. Passing up the east side of East Cracroft Island, we made our way north to Minstrel Island and passed west through "The Blow Hole" and stopped at the guest/fuel dock of Lagoon Cove Marina. The folks here that run the small resort were nice and fixed us up with a full tank of gas and water. We got ice and I got a fishing lure for large bottom fish as they said this was a good area for them, and crab too. I took a short walk around to see the place, and returned to the boat and found that the tour director had decided to continue on as the water conditions were so calm, to an area northwest of Gilford Island called Simoom Sound. Getting underway again, I retired to the bunk to get some missed

sleep. The tour director woke me up to see some large mountains we were passing through - really something to see, water falls and all cascading down sheer cliffs. The weather now started deteriorating somewhat with gray clouds moving in all around and a little wind kicking up. Taking a slight detour, we passed by Gormely Point and saw a very beautiful natural water fall that dumped right into the bay. It came down a chute that would make a really fun water slide. The weather was now turning to rain. We continued on and entered the opening to Simoom Sound; making our way almost to the end of the bay and set anchor in a very protected little spot called McIntosh Bay. The Captain and I tied a stern line to shore here as we had done before. The weather began turning a little more clear now so I went out on a little fishing expedition towards the middle of the bay. After hitting bottom with a 6 1/2 oz Gibbs Cod Buster (purple), in what

seemed to be a very rocky spot, about 150ft down, within 3 minutes I had a bite; retrieving the line I found I'd caught a nice little Rock Cod; getting him on board, I returned to the bottom with the same setup, and within 10 minutes reeled in a 9 1/2 pound beautiful Red Snapper. As he came up from the bottom, he barfed-up his stomach (as usual with Snapper); I hit him over the head with a hammer, and all of a sudden, the lure got cut off and he was loose off the line! In a hurried panic, I grabbed for his tail, but he slipped right out. Grabbing again before he sank to the bottom or swam away, I managed to get him into the boat; after a few good hits with the hammer. Returning to the QE Too within less than a half hour, the tour director and the Captain were really surprised to see what I'd brought back. Cleaning the small rock fish gave me something to put in the crab pots for bait. Then, after putting the crab pots out, I returned to that fishing spot I'd been at before to just catch and release for a while; with a squid-jig attached. Slowly trolling along, bobbing along the bottom, a big one hit; this one was really big. I could tell by the way he fought on the line. The fishing pole curled all the way over. I tried to start reeling him in. This guy was stubborn and wanted to stay at the bottom; three or four times he made a run for the bottom and I was forced to loosen the line out to let him run. After we

both tired a little, I managed to start getting him to the top. As the sinker on the line became visible, I couldn't believe what I saw following at the end of the line - a HUGE Ling Cod that looked like a sea serpent. He seemed about half as long as the dinghy and still very much alive. At this point I was beside myself as I didn't know what I was going to do with him - he was so big - I wasn't prepared to do anything with a fish this size. Seeing that the hook was set very well in his upper jaw, I kept tension on the line, started the motor, and made my way at an idle to a commercial fishing boat that had anchored for the night about 200 yards away from me. My fish cooperated for the most part until I reached the fishing boat where I called out for help; aboard the "Solar Breeze". Two guys came to my rescue, gaffed the fish, put him on their deck, and cleaned him for me. Thanking them, I returned to the Q.E.Too, where the tour director and the Captain were flabbergasted at what they saw in the boat with me. I measured the length with the head to be just over 40 inches long and the guys on the fishing boat guessed he weighed about 25 pounds. After all the excitement, I filleted all of my catch, and cleaned up for dinner; at about 9:00pm. The tour director prepared a great, fresh, Ling Cod dinner - wow was that good! After all that, I was so pooped out, I made my bed and went straight to sleep.

It was raining this morning as we woke up; The Captain prepared another French toast breakfast, and I caught up on my notes here on the computer. Later, we weighed anchor and got underway for Echo Bay. As we left the shelter of McIntosh Bay, we discovered that the winds had come up and caused the previously calm water to really turn-up. The Captain and I went up top to stow the bimini-top because it looked like it was going to blow away. Finally getting it put away, the Captain decided it was too rough, so we returned to nearby the same area we had anchored in previously and dropped anchor again until the weather calmed down. While we waited, another big pleasure-cruiser motored through, so we contacted them via VHF and asked what the weather conditions were like in the channel. The "SuzyQ" responded, saying that we would do better just staying where we were - so we did for a while. About an hour later, the wind had calmed down slightly and we pulled anchor to give it another try. I drove from up top outfitted in my rain gear. As we exited the bay into Raleigh Passage, we checked to make sure it wasn't too rough - it wasn't. So we zipped across at a faster-than-normal cruise speed and made it without much trouble and tied up at the guest dock at Echo Bay Resort. Noticing that most of these places were called "resorts", we wondered what is it that makes them "resorts"? Surely, there wasn't much to make this place much like a "resort" - especially it's fairly unprotected location in relation to Cramer Pass. Fishing boats plow-by and create quite a wake for us to endure as well as some pleasure boats. After tying up at the dock, we all took a

walk up the dock to the "big" store. They were outfitted quite well for a remote store - they even had a walk-in cooler for perishables. One unique thing about this place is that the store and other facility were located on top of a section of the old Lake Washington Floating Bridge that had collapsed a while ago. It was permanently attached to shore with big steel tubes welded together and attached to the rocks. I explored the tiny bay we were in with the dinghy, visited two wrecked boats ashore, and walked up to see the B.C. Park at the head of the bay. Later, The tour director and I took the dinghy over to the other "resort" on Echo Bay and visited a small arts and crafts store, met the owner, and petted her cat. Then, we set out on the "hi-seas" and went two bays down to the "Corkies" floating bakery. On the way we saw another two bald eagles soaring around the tree tops not far from us. At the bakery, we bought some cinnamon rolls and coconut macaroons and talked with the lady that runs the place. She told us of how she came to live there - first building a house on floats, and later saving up enough money to build a brand new floating bakery. We also met her dog, Rosie. Back at the marina, we returned with our goodies and got out of the rain that had started. I went up to the phone and called my room mate, Pat. We had a good $11.50 conversation, Later, dinner was baked red snapper and corn. And for dessert we had the cookies we bought earlier. Before turning in for the night, I went up to take a shower in the facilities, then, pulled in the dinghy that was starting to fill with rain water, and finally - hit the hay.

I woke up this morning with a pounding head-ache. Before I knew it, the Captain had the QE Too ready to go and the engine warming up for our trip out. We stopped at the fuel dock on the way out and found out they didn't open for another hour or so, so we waited. Keeping in mind that this was supposed to be a "resort", I don't give this place a high recommendation for a return visit. Stop only if you need supplies or gas, but don't ever spend the night here again! Because of it's poor location in relation to Cramer Pass, we rocked the night away with the incoming waves and wakes that were provided by all the passers-by (no one seems to care about the wake they leave). Putting that all behind us, we made our way for Kingcome Inlet with much calmer waters than yesterday. Along the way we saw some more bald eagles, some seals sunning themselves onboard a giant floating tree, and quite a few natural water falls that cascaded down steep rock cliffs. Arriving, finally, at the head of the inlet we discovered a river that emptied into the bay, and a small three section floating dock with fuel barrels on it. Two commercial boats were tied up. We tied up at the empty space on the dock,and the Captain went for a quick ride in the dinghy. While

he was gone, two guys from the Indian Reservation up-river showed up in little aluminum boat with outboard motors and unloaded a bunch of propane and empty fuel barrels. They said "hi" and wondered if the guy in the dinghy had life insurance? They warned that The Captain was going into an area that was somewhat treacherous and shouldn't be going up the river like that. They offered to take me up river to see the Reservation and I decided to go for some excitement. Not knowing what to expect, I thought I might see some totem poles, teepees, and people wearing moccasins smoking peace pipes walking around - how naive! As we went up river, I could see what they were talking about when they spoke of treacherous waters - this was a very swift moving river that had many floating logs and trees. It took about fifteen minutes in driving rain at 3/4 speed to get to the Reservation. On the way we passed a logging camp that was active and had a parked helicopter. Arriving, Les, one of the Indian fellows, pulled the boat up on the river bank and turned me loose. He said to be back in about an hour. So I started walking around. There was only one road, dirt - with many pot holes - that went from one end of town to the other. The Reservation was located along this

river that was flanked with very high snow capped mountains. The houses I saw were of modern construction type, some being absolutely brand new. Most others, however, were in a miserable state of disrepair. As I walked along, passers-by would smile and say "hi". One fellow I talked with told me of a story that explained the white memorial stone which we saw along the shore in Kingcome Inlet. It marked the sight where a father, son, and relative from the reservation all drowned together. I passed another marker for them that was located near the Church (apparently Catholic). As I continued on, the weather grew darker. Lightning and thunder roared from the nearby mountains and the skies opened up - water came down as hard as I've ever seen it; rain anywhere. Not having anywhere to go, I took shelter in an abandoned house along the road. Waiting under the eves, it didn't look like it was going to quit anytime soon so I grabbed a piece of plywood from inside and used it as a makeshift umbrella while I walked back to the skiff. Upon my return, Les and his partner were preparing to go down

river again for another load to the dock where the QE Too was tied. So I went with them again and passed by a bald eagle resting on one of the tree stumps along the shore - he didn't move - just watched us go by. As we returned to the dock, I said good-bye and thanks to my "guides" and we got the QE Too underway again. The weather turned rough as we left Kingcome Inlet, so we made a run for Greenway Sound. When we arrived, the Captain got a slip assignment from the wharfinger and tied up for the night. Greenway Sound resort is a very unique place - the whole resort is on floating docks. No part of the resort is located on dry land. With a lot of dock space for visitors and seaplanes, they have a restaurant, salon, laundry, shower facilities, and a couple of giant diesel electric generators to keep the everything running. After checking-in, we had a late dinner and indulged in the wonderful desserts they had for sale in the store. The Captain and I had ice cream cones and the tour director had rich chocolate cake. After that we turned in for a very good night.

I started this morning out with a load of laundry in the laundry room; then I donned my rain gear and boots and took a trip to shore with the dinghy in the rain. Close by the resort, I landed at a small dock attached to a recreational park. Just passed the picnic tables was about a mile-long trail which I took and ended up at a lake. Walking along the forest trail by myself got a little scary not knowing if I was going to visited by one of our furry bear friends or something - so my lips got a good workout whistling as I went (I learned this in Alaska at a Ranger presentation I listened to once). Finally reaching the lake, I found it was worth the hike - it was dead silent. Returning to get my laundry, I found the Captain had already got it for me and folded everything up - great. Stowing the dinghy again, we got underway for Port Harvey with a stop in Echo Bay for gas and propane. I had another nap along the lengthy cruise from there to Port Harvey. Arriving safely, we dropped anchor behind Tide Pole Islet. The weather had cleared up by now, the

sun was out and it was warm. The Captain and I took an excursion in the dinghy together but didn't see much of anything special. While the tour director cooked dinner, I went out again and found some old, abandoned, rusty logging chain on the shore. Thinking it might make a good yard decoration back at the house, I grabbed a short section and kept it as a souvenir. I stowed it in the anchor locker in front of the boat for retrieval later. We all had a good dinner, followed shortly thereafter by a good sleep. Before going to bed, the Captain and I set the anchor alarm on the GPS (global positioning system) to warn us if the anchor were to let loose. During the night I thought I heard something hit the boat; so I got up to investigate. As I did, so did the tour director and the Captain; we had a look see around the place and couldn't see anything out of order and went back to bed. In the morning I figured that the noise I heard was the bimini top attached to the fly bridge flapping in the wind.

Keeping in mind that I needed to start getting back to a place where I could fly back home, we made our way this morning towards Blind Channel. On our way there we had an unexpected surprise; we decided to take a scenic detour into Forward Harbour just passed Thynne Peninsula. The tour director got the handbook out and read up on Forward Harbour as we entered. The book said that it is common to see black bear along the shore. Not shortly after she read that, I announced that I saw a bear! The tour director couldn't believe me until she saw him with her own eyes. Sure enough, there was a black bear down on the beach turning over rocks to see what's underneath. He looked to be about 300-400 pounds. The Captain turned the boat his way and the tour director and I got our cameras and binoculars ready to check him out. As we got within 200 yards, he looked up right at us and didn't seem to mind us much. He just continued on turning rocks over. However, as the boat got closer, Mr. Bear got a little concerned and started slowly climbing up the beach towards the trees. Soon he was out of sight. We continued on to nearly the end of

the Harbour. Because it was a dead-end, we had to go back the same way and as we did we kept our eyes open for Mr. Bear, but didn't see him again. Later, as we went through Greene Point Rapids at slack current, we saw a tug boat towing a very large crib of logs on their way to a lumber mill somewhere. Entering Blind Channel again, we tied up at the dock and I went for a walk on the forest trails that were available. Along the way I saw an abandoned log dump and its equipment, a couple of gigantic Red Cedars, and some very pretty scenery. I had a drink from one of the streams when I got thirsty - now that's what I call fresh water. Luckily, I didn't get sick from it. I only saw one other fellow along the way, and he was jogging the trail - a lot more ambitious than I was. Returning to the settlement, I stopped at the store and got some more beer and made my way back to the boat to update these notes. It's about 7:00pm now and time for dinner - ravioli's - no expensive restaurant dinning tonight. After dinner I caught up on the notes, and the tour director and Captain went up to the laundry room to put their stuff in the dryer. We had a good night here again.

We got up early this morning in order to make slack water on the way to Octopus Islands. Thinking the gas dock would be open at 7:30am, we made our way over there and found it didn't open until 8:30am - too late for us to wait around. The tour director mailed a couple of letters at the Inn and we set out for Upper and Lower Rapids along the north end of Quadra Island. The weather was mostly calm today with patchy morning sun breaks and moderate seas. We found that the Captains calculations were correct when we passed both rapids with no problem. Traveling through a very narrow passage, we entered the Octopus Islands Marine Park. Picking a nice little spot along the northeast shore, the anchor was dropped and set, and the dinghy was deployed to rig a stern line to shore. After getting all situated, the tour director baked some Red Snapper up for

lunch. I took the dinghy for a check around all the little islands and inlets that the Octopus Islands were made of. It's nice to see all the seemingly untouched natural stuff around here - trees with moss, rock formations along the shore, and all kinds of birds flying around scrounging up their meals. We watched a Blue Herin along the shore about one hundred yards away, and a small raccoon competing with him for waterfront fishing rights. Soon after, the tour director cooked a gourmet meal for dinner - baked salmon loaf with buttered pasta and chocolate pudding with whipped cream. After the dessert, we had the corn bread which the Captain had baked earlier, but forgot to serve with the dinner. The wind calmed down to not even a wisp and the sun came out bright for a beautiful sunset. We had another quiet night.

In no hurry this morning, I awoke to the sound of coffee being made in the galley. We had a quick breakfast, and got on our way towards Refuge Cove. Not much of anything out of the ordinary happened along the way. We traversed the well-known "Hole In The Wall" at slack tide and saw two log cribs being towed. Arriving at Refuge Cove, we tied up at the public dock and settled in to watch all the hustle and bustle around the bay. I took a shower in the facilities here and later sat down outside the gift store with a chocolate ice cream cone. It was fun to sit and watch the boats come and go here. As soon as anyone pulled up to the dock, they were greeted by the "Refuge Man" and were asked if they had any garbage to get rid of - $3 for a grocery-sized bag or $5 for a large garbage bag (garbage isn't accepted off the dock). Refuge Cove businesses are run by a co-op with joint owners. Everything is built on stilts above the rocks on the shore. There are a total of four operations here - the store, the gift shop, the hamburger stand, and the gas dock. The store is very well stocked with

supplies, including booze, souvenirs, books, fishing and boating supplies, and ice cream. The gift shop has all kinds of neat little nick-nacks and all the stuff women love. The hamburger stand is run by a very remarkable guy - you can tell he just loves his job - he's very happy and proud to make your hamburger - and they taste very good too! The gas dock is just your everyday, run of the mill, gas dock - except here at seems as if everyone that visits at the gas dock is in super-slow-motion; it took forever and a day for a couple of boats I saw pull up there to gas up. Today was very relaxing - I bought some souvenirs in the store, and later had a good dinner. At about 8:00pm, a bell is rung at the gift store signaling the opening of dessert time. Wonderful desserts are served here until 10:00pm - which we took part in. We talked with a school teacher from Port Angeles, WA. about her and her husbands boat travels in the area of Desolation Sound aboard the trawler-style vessel - "Sheba Queen" and took in the sun-set.