Hey All, I just got back from two weeks of exploring Desolation Sound. Wow! What an incredible and beautiful place to cruise! I was joined by a couple M boats from our local gang, Rick and Melanie Agrella in M23 Raven, and Gary Hyde in M17 Hydeaway 2. There would be way too much to report to try to cover it all here, so I'll try to just mention some of the highlights. Picture an anchorage with bare granite outcroppings that remind you of the Great Lakes, surround it with thick rain forest full of huge cedars, moss covered maples, and ferns filling in underneath. Then back it up with steep towering rugged mountains that drop right down into the sound, top them with huge snowfields and cornices, and add waterfalls to decorate the cliffs. Surround your little cove with channels through the rocks that join numerous other coves that are all just as beautiful as yours. Be sure to explore it all at high tide with your kayak, because at low tide you've lost 18 feet of water and the channels are high and dry. This is Prideaux Haven. A couple hours of great sailing has brought us across from Cortes Bay to the famous headland Sarah Point. This is where cruisers truly enter Desolation Sound, rounding this famous landmark and exclaiming "Wow!" Today we say "Ug!" It's wet and grey. The low clouds hide the mountains behind, and the wind has died. Motoring down the Malaspina Inlet is like boating on a saltwater river, with currents, eddies, islands, and shallow shoals to dodge. As we enter the inlet to our anchorage we begin to see them. A few at first, then dozens, then hundreds. Soon they are countless. Jellyfish. Pure white, almost luminescent, they go about their jelly business, puffing and purging, puffing and purging, as if the rest of the world doesn't exist. We anchor back in the left arm of the inlet, totally sheltered from every direction. The water is calm and glass smooth. Beneath the surface, puffing and purging, puffing and purging. An eagle watches as we paddle to shore to hike the muddy trail up to the fresh water lake above the anchorage. The trail goes over fallen logs, under fallen logs, through berry thickets and always the ferns and moss. The lake is small and the grassy shallows at the end look like a moose should be there. A couple of loons eye us carefully to see if we're a danger, and a beaver swims behind them to get in the picture. When we get back to the anchorage, I paddle over to see where the creek from the lake enters the cove. By pushing aside some low cedars branches brushing the water, I am able to squeeze in between a couple rocks and find myself floating in a fairyland. Completely hidden from the cove, the little cedar grotto is highlighted by a stairstepping waterfall, dancing down through moss covered rocks and fallen logs. Framed by overhanging cedars, it is perfect. Simply perfect. This is Grace Harbour. The 100 foot waterfall thundering into the box cove is almost dwarfed by the cliffs beside it. Huge shoulders of rock, rising straight out of the small bay, loom over me as I paddle my kayak toward the falls. I want to get close, to feel the power, but the spray turns me away. We are anchored just around the point in a "shallow' cove. Shallow as in the depth of the cove, not the depth of the water. We each have two anchors out, dug into the upslope of the steeply rising bottom, with a stern line ashore to keep us perched on this narrow ledge. Finding a tree or the occasional ring to tie our stern lines to is a challenge, but way up the cliff we succeed and the lines angle steeply down to our boats. The next morning, at high tide, those lines run straight to shore. We had to keep adding slack as the tide rose to keep our anchor lines from getting too tight. Just at dusk, a big blue tug style cruiser comes in and drops his hook right in front of us. Bang, clank, splash! Gary, already turned in, pops out of his hatch to see what all the ruckus is. The power boaters loudly congratulate themselves on arriving, then go back inside and don't come out again. Early the next morning, they are drifting a mile down the inlet on glassy smooth water, their anchor chain hanging straight down. This is the Teakerne Arm. I better quit there. This is already getting long and there are too many more places to describe. You'll just have to go see them yourself. If you do, don't be surprised when people recognise your Montgomery. We seem to get noticed. A couple times in Desolation Sound we ran into sailors who had seen us on previous cruises in the San Juan and Gulf Islands. I even ran into a local gentleman who had read about CornDog on the internet. Incredible! Larry Yake M17, #200 CornDog
look forward to seeing some pictures, and reading more stories larry. the brush crashing sounds as if you were following gary ... isn't he know for 'creative trail scouting'? ;-) SWEET PEA remains 'docked' in the yard next to the house. things keep coming up and getting in the way of a good long trip. only went on a 'motor' overnight trip (100% no wind) so far this year. :-( Desolation Sound is a location my folks always said the family would visit. never happened. i guess i need to hook the boat up and GET ON THE WATER. dave scobie M17 #375 - SWEET PEA visit SWEET PEA's www-site - http://www.m17-375.webs.com --- On Tue, 6/29/10, Larry Yake <larryyake@gmail.com> wrote: Hey All, I just got back from two weeks of exploring Desolation Sound. Wow! What an incredible and beautiful place to cruise! I was joined by a couple M boats from our local gang, Rick and Melanie Agrella in M23 Raven, and Gary Hyde in M17 Hydeaway 2. There would be way too much to report to try to cover it all here, so I'll try to just mention some of the highlights. Picture an anchorage with bare granite outcroppings that remind you of the Great Lakes, surround it with thick rain forest full of huge cedars, moss covered maples, and ferns filling in underneath. Then back it up with steep towering rugged mountains that drop right down into the sound, top them with huge snowfields and cornices, and add waterfalls to decorate the cliffs. Surround your little cove with channels through the rocks that join numerous other coves that are all just as beautiful as yours. Be sure to explore it all at high tide with your kayak, because at low tide you've lost 18 feet of water and the channels are high and dry. This is Prideaux Haven. A couple hours of great sailing has brought us across from Cortes Bay to the famous headland Sarah Point. This is where cruisers truly enter Desolation Sound, rounding this famous landmark and exclaiming "Wow!" Today we say "Ug!" It's wet and grey. The low clouds hide the mountains behind, and the wind has died. Motoring down the Malaspina Inlet is like boating on a saltwater river, with currents, eddies, islands, and shallow shoals to dodge. As we enter the inlet to our anchorage we begin to see them. A few at first, then dozens, then hundreds. Soon they are countless. Jellyfish. Pure white, almost luminescent, they go about their jelly business, puffing and purging, puffing and purging, as if the rest of the world doesn't exist. We anchor back in the left arm of the inlet, totally sheltered from every direction. The water is calm and glass smooth. Beneath the surface, puffing and purging, puffing and purging. An eagle watches as we paddle to shore to hike the muddy trail up to the fresh water lake above the anchorage. The trail goes over fallen logs, under fallen logs, through berry thickets and always the ferns and moss. The lake is small and the grassy shallows at the end look like a moose should be there. A couple of loons eye us carefully to see if we're a danger, and a beaver swims behind them to get in the picture. When we get back to the anchorage, I paddle over to see where the creek from the lake enters the cove. By pushing aside some low cedars branches brushing the water, I am able to squeeze in between a couple rocks and find myself floating in a fairyland. Completely hidden from the cove, the little cedar grotto is highlighted by a stairstepping waterfall, dancing down through moss covered rocks and fallen logs. Framed by overhanging cedars, it is perfect. Simply perfect. This is Grace Harbour. The 100 foot waterfall thundering into the box cove is almost dwarfed by the cliffs beside it. Huge shoulders of rock, rising straight out of the small bay, loom over me as I paddle my kayak toward the falls. I want to get close, to feel the power, but the spray turns me away. We are anchored just around the point in a "shallow' cove. Shallow as in the depth of the cove, not the depth of the water. We each have two anchors out, dug into the upslope of the steeply rising bottom, with a stern line ashore to keep us perched on this narrow ledge. Finding a tree or the occasional ring to tie our stern lines to is a challenge, but way up the cliff we succeed and the lines angle steeply down to our boats. The next morning, at high tide, those lines run straight to shore. We had to keep adding slack as the tide rose to keep our anchor lines from getting too tight. Just at dusk, a big blue tug style cruiser comes in and drops his hook right in front of us. Bang, clank, splash! Gary, already turned in, pops out of his hatch to see what all the ruckus is. The power boaters loudly congratulate themselves on arriving, then go back inside and don't come out again. Early the next morning, they are drifting a mile down the inlet on glassy smooth water, their anchor chain hanging straight down. This is the Teakerne Arm. I better quit there. This is already getting long and there are too many more places to describe. You'll just have to go see them yourself. If you do, don't be surprised when people recognise your Montgomery. We seem to get noticed. A couple times in Desolation Sound we ran into sailors who had seen us on previous cruises in the San Juan and Gulf Islands. I even ran into a local gentleman who had read about CornDog on the internet. Incredible! Larry Yake M17, #200 CornDog
Thanks Larry. You paint a beautiful picture. Glad to hear about the trip. Bill M17 Makin' Time On Wed, Jun 30, 2010 at 1:06 AM, Larry Yake <larryyake@gmail.com> wrote:
Hey All, I just got back from two weeks of exploring Desolation Sound. Wow! What an incredible and beautiful place to cruise! I was joined by a couple M boats from our local gang, Rick and Melanie Agrella in M23 Raven, and Gary Hyde in M17 Hydeaway 2. There would be way too much to report to try to cover it all here, so I'll try to just mention some of the highlights.
Picture an anchorage with bare granite outcroppings that remind you of the Great Lakes, surround it with thick rain forest full of huge cedars, moss covered maples, and ferns filling in underneath. Then back it up with steep towering rugged mountains that drop right down into the sound, top them with huge snowfields and cornices, and add waterfalls to decorate the cliffs. Surround your little cove with channels through the rocks that join numerous other coves that are all just as beautiful as yours. Be sure to explore it all at high tide with your kayak, because at low tide you've lost 18 feet of water and the channels are high and dry. This is Prideaux Haven.
A couple hours of great sailing has brought us across from Cortes Bay to the famous headland Sarah Point. This is where cruisers truly enter Desolation Sound, rounding this famous landmark and exclaiming "Wow!" Today we say "Ug!" It's wet and grey. The low clouds hide the mountains behind, and the wind has died. Motoring down the Malaspina Inlet is like boating on a saltwater river, with currents, eddies, islands, and shallow shoals to dodge. As we enter the inlet to our anchorage we begin to see them. A few at first, then dozens, then hundreds. Soon they are countless. Jellyfish. Pure white, almost luminescent, they go about their jelly business, puffing and purging, puffing and purging, as if the rest of the world doesn't exist. We anchor back in the left arm of the inlet, totally sheltered from every direction. The water is calm and glass smooth. Beneath the surface, puffing and purging, puffing and purging. An eagle watches as we paddle to shore to hike the muddy trail up to the fresh water lake above the anchorage. The trail goes over fallen logs, under fallen logs, through berry thickets and always the ferns and moss. The lake is small and the grassy shallows at the end look like a moose should be there. A couple of loons eye us carefully to see if we're a danger, and a beaver swims behind them to get in the picture. When we get back to the anchorage, I paddle over to see where the creek from the lake enters the cove. By pushing aside some low cedars branches brushing the water, I am able to squeeze in between a couple rocks and find myself floating in a fairyland. Completely hidden from the cove, the little cedar grotto is highlighted by a stairstepping waterfall, dancing down through moss covered rocks and fallen logs. Framed by overhanging cedars, it is perfect. Simply perfect. This is Grace Harbour.
The 100 foot waterfall thundering into the box cove is almost dwarfed by the cliffs beside it. Huge shoulders of rock, rising straight out of the small bay, loom over me as I paddle my kayak toward the falls. I want to get close, to feel the power, but the spray turns me away. We are anchored just around the point in a "shallow' cove. Shallow as in the depth of the cove, not the depth of the water. We each have two anchors out, dug into the upslope of the steeply rising bottom, with a stern line ashore to keep us perched on this narrow ledge. Finding a tree or the occasional ring to tie our stern lines to is a challenge, but way up the cliff we succeed and the lines angle steeply down to our boats. The next morning, at high tide, those lines run straight to shore. We had to keep adding slack as the tide rose to keep our anchor lines from getting too tight. Just at dusk, a big blue tug style cruiser comes in and drops his hook right in front of us. Bang, clank, splash! Gary, already turned in, pops out of his hatch to see what all the ruckus is. The power boaters loudly congratulate themselves on arriving, then go back inside and don't come out again. Early the next morning, they are drifting a mile down the inlet on glassy smooth water, their anchor chain hanging straight down. This is the Teakerne Arm.
I better quit there. This is already getting long and there are too many more places to describe. You'll just have to go see them yourself. If you do, don't be surprised when people recognise your Montgomery. We seem to get noticed. A couple times in Desolation Sound we ran into sailors who had seen us on previous cruises in the San Juan and Gulf Islands. I even ran into a local gentleman who had read about CornDog on the internet. Incredible!
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Great description, Larry. You write well and have whetted my desire to visit that part of the world (on my Monty, of course). I'm looking forward to the announcement of your next group trip. Gordon M-17 "Sapphire" Milwaukee On Jun 30, 2010, at 12:06 AM, Larry Yake wrote:
Hey All, I just got back from two weeks of exploring Desolation Sound. Wow! What an incredible and beautiful place to cruise! I was joined by a couple M boats from our local gang, Rick and Melanie Agrella in M23 Raven, and Gary Hyde in M17 Hydeaway 2. There would be way too much to report to try to cover it all here, so I'll try to just mention some of the highlights.
Picture an anchorage with bare granite outcroppings that remind you of the Great Lakes, surround it with thick rain forest full of huge cedars, moss covered maples, and ferns filling in underneath. Then back it up with steep towering rugged mountains that drop right down into the sound, top them with huge snowfields and cornices, and add waterfalls to decorate the cliffs. Surround your little cove with channels through the rocks that join numerous other coves that are all just as beautiful as yours. Be sure to explore it all at high tide with your kayak, because at low tide you've lost 18 feet of water and the channels are high and dry. This is Prideaux Haven.
A couple hours of great sailing has brought us across from Cortes Bay to the famous headland Sarah Point. This is where cruisers truly enter Desolation Sound, rounding this famous landmark and exclaiming "Wow!" Today we say "Ug!" It's wet and grey. The low clouds hide the mountains behind, and the wind has died. Motoring down the Malaspina Inlet is like boating on a saltwater river, with currents, eddies, islands, and shallow shoals to dodge. As we enter the inlet to our anchorage we begin to see them. A few at first, then dozens, then hundreds. Soon they are countless. Jellyfish. Pure white, almost luminescent, they go about their jelly business, puffing and purging, puffing and purging, as if the rest of the world doesn't exist. We anchor back in the left arm of the inlet, totally sheltered from every direction. The water is calm and glass smooth. Beneath the surface, puffing and purging, puffing and purging. An eagle watches as we paddle to shore to hike the muddy trail up to the fresh water lake above the anchorage. The trail goes over fallen logs, under fallen logs, through berry thickets and always the ferns and moss. The lake is small and the grassy shallows at the end look like a moose should be there. A couple of loons eye us carefully to see if we're a danger, and a beaver swims behind them to get in the picture. When we get back to the anchorage, I paddle over to see where the creek from the lake enters the cove. By pushing aside some low cedars branches brushing the water, I am able to squeeze in between a couple rocks and find myself floating in a fairyland. Completely hidden from the cove, the little cedar grotto is highlighted by a stairstepping waterfall, dancing down through moss covered rocks and fallen logs. Framed by overhanging cedars, it is perfect. Simply perfect. This is Grace Harbour.
The 100 foot waterfall thundering into the box cove is almost dwarfed by the cliffs beside it. Huge shoulders of rock, rising straight out of the small bay, loom over me as I paddle my kayak toward the falls. I want to get close, to feel the power, but the spray turns me away. We are anchored just around the point in a "shallow' cove. Shallow as in the depth of the cove, not the depth of the water. We each have two anchors out, dug into the upslope of the steeply rising bottom, with a stern line ashore to keep us perched on this narrow ledge. Finding a tree or the occasional ring to tie our stern lines to is a challenge, but way up the cliff we succeed and the lines angle steeply down to our boats. The next morning, at high tide, those lines run straight to shore. We had to keep adding slack as the tide rose to keep our anchor lines from getting too tight. Just at dusk, a big blue tug style cruiser comes in and drops his hook right in front of us. Bang, clank, splash! Gary, already turned in, pops out of his hatch to see what all the ruckus is. The power boaters loudly congratulate themselves on arriving, then go back inside and don't come out again. Early the next morning, they are drifting a mile down the inlet on glassy smooth water, their anchor chain hanging straight down. This is the Teakerne Arm.
I better quit there. This is already getting long and there are too many more places to describe. You'll just have to go see them yourself. If you do, don't be surprised when people recognise your Montgomery. We seem to get noticed. A couple times in Desolation Sound we ran into sailors who had seen us on previous cruises in the San Juan and Gulf Islands. I even ran into a local gentleman who had read about CornDog on the internet. Incredible!
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That HAD to be an AWESOME trip! I wish we could have been there. That 'ol Corndog sure has seen some adventures! S M23 Dauntless www.havasumontgomerys.piczo http://www.youtube.com/user/nebwest2
Congratulations!!! Thanks for sharing such a terrific trip. Makes us all jealous:-) Thanks Doug ________________________________ From: Larry Yake <larryyake@gmail.com> To: For and about Montgomery Sailboats <montgomery_boats@mailman.xmission.com>; Larry Yake <larryyake@gmail.com> Sent: Wed, June 30, 2010 1:06:23 AM Subject: M_Boats: Desolation Sound Hey All, I just got back from two weeks of exploring Desolation Sound. Wow! What an incredible and beautiful place to cruise! I was joined by a couple M boats from our local gang, Rick and Melanie Agrella in M23 Raven, and Gary Hyde in M17 Hydeaway 2. There would be way too much to report to try to cover it all here, so I'll try to just mention some of the highlights. Picture an anchorage with bare granite outcroppings that remind you of the Great Lakes, surround it with thick rain forest full of huge cedars, moss covered maples, and ferns filling in underneath. Then back it up with steep towering rugged mountains that drop right down into the sound, top them with huge snowfields and cornices, and add waterfalls to decorate the cliffs. Surround your little cove with channels through the rocks that join numerous other coves that are all just as beautiful as yours. Be sure to explore it all at high tide with your kayak, because at low tide you've lost 18 feet of water and the channels are high and dry. This is Prideaux Haven. A couple hours of great sailing has brought us across from Cortes Bay to the famous headland Sarah Point. This is where cruisers truly enter Desolation Sound, rounding this famous landmark and exclaiming "Wow!" Today we say "Ug!" It's wet and grey. The low clouds hide the mountains behind, and the wind has died. Motoring down the Malaspina Inlet is like boating on a saltwater river, with currents, eddies, islands, and shallow shoals to dodge. As we enter the inlet to our anchorage we begin to see them. A few at first, then dozens, then hundreds. Soon they are countless. Jellyfish. Pure white, almost luminescent, they go about their jelly business, puffing and purging, puffing and purging, as if the rest of the world doesn't exist. We anchor back in the left arm of the inlet, totally sheltered from every direction. The water is calm and glass smooth. Beneath the surface, puffing and purging, puffing and purging. An eagle watches as we paddle to shore to hike the muddy trail up to the fresh water lake above the anchorage. The trail goes over fallen logs, under fallen logs, through berry thickets and always the ferns and moss. The lake is small and the grassy shallows at the end look like a moose should be there. A couple of loons eye us carefully to see if we're a danger, and a beaver swims behind them to get in the picture. When we get back to the anchorage, I paddle over to see where the creek from the lake enters the cove. By pushing aside some low cedars branches brushing the water, I am able to squeeze in between a couple rocks and find myself floating in a fairyland. Completely hidden from the cove, the little cedar grotto is highlighted by a stairstepping waterfall, dancing down through moss covered rocks and fallen logs. Framed by overhanging cedars, it is perfect. Simply perfect. This is Grace Harbour. The 100 foot waterfall thundering into the box cove is almost dwarfed by the cliffs beside it. Huge shoulders of rock, rising straight out of the small bay, loom over me as I paddle my kayak toward the falls. I want to get close, to feel the power, but the spray turns me away. We are anchored just around the point in a "shallow' cove. Shallow as in the depth of the cove, not the depth of the water. We each have two anchors out, dug into the upslope of the steeply rising bottom, with a stern line ashore to keep us perched on this narrow ledge. Finding a tree or the occasional ring to tie our stern lines to is a challenge, but way up the cliff we succeed and the lines angle steeply down to our boats. The next morning, at high tide, those lines run straight to shore. We had to keep adding slack as the tide rose to keep our anchor lines from getting too tight. Just at dusk, a big blue tug style cruiser comes in and drops his hook right in front of us. Bang, clank, splash! Gary, already turned in, pops out of his hatch to see what all the ruckus is. The power boaters loudly congratulate themselves on arriving, then go back inside and don't come out again. Early the next morning, they are drifting a mile down the inlet on glassy smooth water, their anchor chain hanging straight down. This is the Teakerne Arm. I better quit there. This is already getting long and there are too many more places to describe. You'll just have to go see them yourself. If you do, don't be surprised when people recognise your Montgomery. We seem to get noticed. A couple times in Desolation Sound we ran into sailors who had seen us on previous cruises in the San Juan and Gulf Islands. I even ran into a local gentleman who had read about CornDog on the internet. Incredible! Larry Yake M17, #200 CornDog _______________________________________________ http://mailman.xmission.com/cgi-bin/mailman/listinfo/montgomery_boats Remember, there is no privacy on the Internet!
On Jun 29, 2010, at 10:06 PM, Larry Yake wrote:
Larry, You trying to say Desolation Sound is okay? Are you also saying you aren't going back with more Montgomerys next year because you have been there, done that? Thanks for the mental images; they made my day.
Tom Jenkins M17 Scintilla
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Larry Yake wrote: Hi Larry, Thanks for your lovely description of Desolation Sound and for your experiences. Having been forced to swallow the anchor because old age is getting to me, its delightful to read and share your adventures. I'd love to join you, ... my mind tells me I'm still only 21, but then there is a Ha Ha from the background, and I find that legs don't perform as they once did; balance and agility are gone; now all I can do is read accounts like yours and imagine myself out there with you, on LEPPO. Distant horizons, and new adventures are always enticing. May all the M-ers have a great summer sailing. Nothing but nice broad reaches; lovely harbors, quiet anchorages; and good companionship. Caio Connie & Katrina ex M15 #400 LEPPO
Hey All, I just got back from two weeks of exploring Desolation Sound. Wow! What an incredible and beautiful place to cruise! I was joined by a couple M boats from our local gang, Rick and Melanie Agrella in M23 Raven, and Gary Hyde in M17 Hydeaway 2. There would be way too much to report to try to cover it all here, so I'll try to just mention some of the highlights.
Picture an anchorage with bare granite outcroppings that remind you of the Great Lakes, surround it with thick rain forest full of huge cedars, moss covered maples, and ferns filling in underneath. Then back it up with steep towering rugged mountains that drop right down into the sound, top them with huge snowfields and cornices, and add waterfalls to decorate the cliffs. Surround your little cove with channels through the rocks that join numerous other coves that are all just as beautiful as yours. Be sure to explore it all at high tide with your kayak, because at low tide you've lost 18 feet of water and the channels are high and dry. This is Prideaux Haven.
A couple hours of great sailing has brought us across from Cortes Bay to the famous headland Sarah Point. This is where cruisers truly enter Desolation Sound, rounding this famous landmark and exclaiming "Wow!" Today we say "Ug!" It's wet and grey. The low clouds hide the mountains behind, and the wind has died. Motoring down the Malaspina Inlet is like boating on a saltwater river, with currents, eddies, islands, and shallow shoals to dodge. As we enter the inlet to our anchorage we begin to see them. A few at first, then dozens, then hundreds. Soon they are countless. Jellyfish. Pure white, almost luminescent, they go about their jelly business, puffing and purging, puffing and purging, as if the rest of the world doesn't exist. We anchor back in the left arm of the inlet, totally sheltered from every direction. The water is calm and glass smooth. Beneath the surface, puffing and purging, puffing and purging. An eagle watches as we paddle to shore to hike the muddy trail up to the fresh water lake above the anchorage. The trail goes over fallen logs, under fallen logs, through berry thickets and always the ferns and moss. The lake is small and the grassy shallows at the end look like a moose should be there. A couple of loons eye us carefully to see if we're a danger, and a beaver swims behind them to get in the picture. When we get back to the anchorage, I paddle over to see where the creek from the lake enters the cove. By pushing aside some low cedars branches brushing the water, I am able to squeeze in between a couple rocks and find myself floating in a fairyland. Completely hidden from the cove, the little cedar grotto is highlighted by a stairstepping waterfall, dancing down through moss covered rocks and fallen logs. Framed by overhanging cedars, it is perfect. Simply perfect. This is Grace Harbour.
The 100 foot waterfall thundering into the box cove is almost dwarfed by the cliffs beside it. Huge shoulders of rock, rising straight out of the small bay, loom over me as I paddle my kayak toward the falls. I want to get close, to feel the power, but the spray turns me away. We are anchored just around the point in a "shallow' cove. Shallow as in the depth of the cove, not the depth of the water. We each have two anchors out, dug into the upslope of the steeply rising bottom, with a stern line ashore to keep us perched on this narrow ledge. Finding a tree or the occasional ring to tie our stern lines to is a challenge, but way up the cliff we succeed and the lines angle steeply down to our boats. The next morning, at high tide, those lines run straight to shore. We had to keep adding slack as the tide rose to keep our anchor lines from getting too tight. Just at dusk, a big blue tug style cruiser comes in and drops his hook right in front of us. Bang, clank, splash! Gary, already turned in, pops out of his hatch to see what all the ruckus is. The power boaters loudly congratulate themselves on arriving, then go back inside and don't come out again. Early the next morning, they are drifting a mile down the inlet on glassy smooth water, their anchor chain hanging straight down. This is the Teakerne Arm.
I better quit there. This is already getting long and there are too many more places to describe. You'll just have to go see them yourself. If you do, don't be surprised when people recognise your Montgomery. We seem to get noticed. A couple times in Desolation Sound we ran into sailors who had seen us on previous cruises in the San Juan and Gulf Islands. I even ran into a local gentleman who had read about CornDog on the internet. Incredible!
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The good thing about Connie is he has the memories of actually having done it. Pity the poor soul who always wanted to......but never did. On Jun 30, 2010, at 7:29 PM, Conbert H. Benneck wrote:
Larry Yake wrote:
Hi Larry, Thanks for your lovely description of Desolation Sound and for your experiences.
Having been forced to swallow the anchor because old age is getting to me, its delightful to read and share your adventures. I'd love to join you, ... my mind tells me I'm still only 21, but then there is a Ha Ha from the background, and I find that legs don't perform as they once did; balance and agility are gone; now all I can do is read accounts like yours and imagine myself out there with you, on LEPPO. Distant horizons, and new adventures are always enticing.
May all the M-ers have a great summer sailing. Nothing but nice broad reaches; lovely harbors, quiet anchorages; and good companionship.
Caio
Connie & Katrina
ex M15 #400 LEPPO
Hey All, I just got back from two weeks of exploring Desolation Sound. Wow! What an incredible and beautiful place to cruise! I was joined by a couple M boats from our local gang, Rick and Melanie Agrella in M23 Raven, and Gary Hyde in M17 Hydeaway 2. There would be way too much to report to try to cover it all here, so I'll try to just mention some of the highlights.
Picture an anchorage with bare granite outcroppings that remind you of the Great Lakes, surround it with thick rain forest full of huge cedars, moss covered maples, and ferns filling in underneath. Then back it up with steep towering rugged mountains that drop right down into the sound, top them with huge snowfields and cornices, and add waterfalls to decorate the cliffs. Surround your little cove with channels through the rocks that join numerous other coves that are all just as beautiful as yours. Be sure to explore it all at high tide with your kayak, because at low tide you've lost 18 feet of water and the channels are high and dry. This is Prideaux Haven.
A couple hours of great sailing has brought us across from Cortes Bay to the famous headland Sarah Point. This is where cruisers truly enter Desolation Sound, rounding this famous landmark and exclaiming "Wow!" Today we say "Ug!" It's wet and grey. The low clouds hide the mountains behind, and the wind has died. Motoring down the Malaspina Inlet is like boating on a saltwater river, with currents, eddies, islands, and shallow shoals to dodge. As we enter the inlet to our anchorage we begin to see them. A few at first, then dozens, then hundreds. Soon they are countless. Jellyfish. Pure white, almost luminescent, they go about their jelly business, puffing and purging, puffing and purging, as if the rest of the world doesn't exist. We anchor back in the left arm of the inlet, totally sheltered from every direction. The water is calm and glass smooth. Beneath the surface, puffing and purging, puffing and purging. An eagle watches as we paddle to shore to hike the muddy trail up to the fresh water lake above the anchorage. The trail goes over fallen logs, under fallen logs, through berry thickets and always the ferns and moss. The lake is small and the grassy shallows at the end look like a moose should be there. A couple of loons eye us carefully to see if we're a danger, and a beaver swims behind them to get in the picture. When we get back to the anchorage, I paddle over to see where the creek from the lake enters the cove. By pushing aside some low cedars branches brushing the water, I am able to squeeze in between a couple rocks and find myself floating in a fairyland. Completely hidden from the cove, the little cedar grotto is highlighted by a stairstepping waterfall, dancing down through moss covered rocks and fallen logs. Framed by overhanging cedars, it is perfect. Simply perfect. This is Grace Harbour.
The 100 foot waterfall thundering into the box cove is almost dwarfed by the cliffs beside it. Huge shoulders of rock, rising straight out of the small bay, loom over me as I paddle my kayak toward the falls. I want to get close, to feel the power, but the spray turns me away. We are anchored just around the point in a "shallow' cove. Shallow as in the depth of the cove, not the depth of the water. We each have two anchors out, dug into the upslope of the steeply rising bottom, with a stern line ashore to keep us perched on this narrow ledge. Finding a tree or the occasional ring to tie our stern lines to is a challenge, but way up the cliff we succeed and the lines angle steeply down to our boats. The next morning, at high tide, those lines run straight to shore. We had to keep adding slack as the tide rose to keep our anchor lines from getting too tight. Just at dusk, a big blue tug style cruiser comes in and drops his hook right in front of us. Bang, clank, splash! Gary, already turned in, pops out of his hatch to see what all the ruckus is. The power boaters loudly congratulate themselves on arriving, then go back inside and don't come out again. Early the next morning, they are drifting a mile down the inlet on glassy smooth water, their anchor chain hanging straight down. This is the Teakerne Arm.
I better quit there. This is already getting long and there are too many more places to describe. You'll just have to go see them yourself. If you do, don't be surprised when people recognise your Montgomery. We seem to get noticed. A couple times in Desolation Sound we ran into sailors who had seen us on previous cruises in the San Juan and Gulf Islands. I even ran into a local gentleman who had read about CornDog on the internet. Incredible!
Larry Yake M17, #200 CornDog _______________________________________________ http://mailman.xmission.com/cgi-bin/mailman/listinfo/montgomery_boats
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Gordon Gilbert -
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Larry Yake -
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Tom Jenkins -
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