On the morning after our first night at Cabbage, we discovered that the head was not pumping...again!!
Esther and the kids went to the island/beach while we steeled ourselves to once again, dismantle the head. We suspected that the repair done at canoe cove had failed and the motor was spinning but no pump action. What we saw when we got to the pump was that it was working!! - curses!!
after some troublesho0ting we found that there was no suction from the pump: if the pump was f@#$'d we'd have to abort the trip. Short story is we found the inlet valve, called a duck-bill(because that it what it looks like) was clogged. After cleaning and putting all together, it is working again!...Yay!!
We got the head back to square one, then made lunch and met up with Esther and kids. I spent a wonderful 45 minutes getting an art lesson on how to draw trees, flowers, giraffe and humans 'the Anna way'.
After eating on Cabbage, we rowed over, in 2 trips, to the trail head to hike Tumbo Island. This started with me loosing my footing and landing on my back and then sliding down a rock into the water, while 'cheese grating' my elbows on barnacles. After that bad start, it was great to stretch the legs and see the island. The hike includes a large fresh water lagoon( rare in these parts apparently) as well as ruins of former cabins and workings ( had been coal mining here at one point).
Mike went for a run while I sat in the cockpit with my art teacher; a wonderful complicated scenario unfolded as I ( as Jimmy Jordon, the not so bright art student) got into trouble with Miss Robin, the art teacher. However, I did manage to win an art competition against the 'dummy' ( a student Anna made up out of a life jacket).
We left this morning en route for Hope Bay, but willing to change if the weather cooperated.
No whales were sighted as we crossed Boiling Reef. As we approached Plumper sound we were approached by a Canada Border Services boat, likely thinking that the hippy looking helmsman (Mike) and the wild old guy up at the mast ( me, as we were about to raise sail) were a sketchy combo). However as they come along side and saw the kids they obviously decided we were legit and wished us a good trip.
We had a light wind going into Plumber Sound, and I thought it a good time to try out the Genakker. However, I had a crossed-sheet and as we were trying to re-run that the wind increased to over 12 knots; needless to say it was a bit of a rodeo to get the sail back on deck and get moving with the jib and mainsail. The wind took us right to Otter Bay, with us hoping to get in at the marina and use the pool,etc. They were full and our only option was a mooring ball just off the dock. This gets us the full rocking experience as the ferries come and go but also access to the pool (and WiFi).
No firm plans for tomorrow as yet. Stay tuned.
PS : tried to upload some photos but the wifi is too slow to make it work...next time??
Esther and the kids went to the island/beach while we steeled ourselves to once again, dismantle the head. We suspected that the repair done at canoe cove had failed and the motor was spinning but no pump action. What we saw when we got to the pump was that it was working!! - curses!!
after some troublesho0ting we found that there was no suction from the pump: if the pump was f@#$'d we'd have to abort the trip. Short story is we found the inlet valve, called a duck-bill(because that it what it looks like) was clogged. After cleaning and putting all together, it is working again!...Yay!!
We got the head back to square one, then made lunch and met up with Esther and kids. I spent a wonderful 45 minutes getting an art lesson on how to draw trees, flowers, giraffe and humans 'the Anna way'.
After eating on Cabbage, we rowed over, in 2 trips, to the trail head to hike Tumbo Island. This started with me loosing my footing and landing on my back and then sliding down a rock into the water, while 'cheese grating' my elbows on barnacles. After that bad start, it was great to stretch the legs and see the island. The hike includes a large fresh water lagoon( rare in these parts apparently) as well as ruins of former cabins and workings ( had been coal mining here at one point).
Mike went for a run while I sat in the cockpit with my art teacher; a wonderful complicated scenario unfolded as I ( as Jimmy Jordon, the not so bright art student) got into trouble with Miss Robin, the art teacher. However, I did manage to win an art competition against the 'dummy' ( a student Anna made up out of a life jacket).
We left this morning en route for Hope Bay, but willing to change if the weather cooperated.
No whales were sighted as we crossed Boiling Reef. As we approached Plumper sound we were approached by a Canada Border Services boat, likely thinking that the hippy looking helmsman (Mike) and the wild old guy up at the mast ( me, as we were about to raise sail) were a sketchy combo). However as they come along side and saw the kids they obviously decided we were legit and wished us a good trip.
We had a light wind going into Plumber Sound, and I thought it a good time to try out the Genakker. However, I had a crossed-sheet and as we were trying to re-run that the wind increased to over 12 knots; needless to say it was a bit of a rodeo to get the sail back on deck and get moving with the jib and mainsail. The wind took us right to Otter Bay, with us hoping to get in at the marina and use the pool,etc. They were full and our only option was a mooring ball just off the dock. This gets us the full rocking experience as the ferries come and go but also access to the pool (and WiFi).
No firm plans for tomorrow as yet. Stay tuned.
PS : tried to upload some photos but the wifi is too slow to make it work...next time??
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