Although we had hoped that the gale force winds predicted for the 15th would come from a direction that would give us some shelter behind the North shore of Vancouver island, we discussed the likelihood that the 15th would see us grounded, so to speak. When morning arrived, it was clear that the wind was too strong, waves were too big, and Johnstone Strait was too much of a wind tunnel for us to safely paddle. I slept in until 8, drank several cups of coffee, did some repair work on my boat, and rested up. Carl, who has been doing a better job of working through his reading material, spent some time knocking out his first book, which I have now inherited.
With calm winds predicted for the following day, we hoped to make up some of the mileage we'd lost the next day; by this time, we were several days behind the apparently too-ambitious schedule I laid out in April. In the meantime, I tried not to feel frustrated by our lack of motion.
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