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| We are slowly heading "outside" to cross Hecate Strait to the Queen Charlottes. We tie up on one of three permanent buoys in a tiny cove. We hear some buoy thumps through the hull during the night. In the morning, we find ourselves 10' from the shore and with 5.7' registering on a handheld depth sounder off our stern, thanks to a dead low tide and full moon. | ![]() |
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| Contrary to his usual attentiveness, the captain is so engrossed in his book that he is ALMOST impervious to our situation - the thrall of the book and the knowledge that the tide has turned contribute equally to his serenity. | |||||||||||||||||
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