Saturday August 2nd:
So with the altenator fixed, and a cooler restocked with fresh veggies and beer, we left Westview Marina headed south towards Secret Cove about 20 miles away. The day started out nice and just got nicer as we went. As soon as we rounded Grief Point we put up the Spinnaker and had a nice mellow downwind run for about 6 hours.
About the only WTF moment we had was about halfway there we were sailing along and all of a sudden we feel/hear this gigantic BOOM BOOM BA-BOOM!! For some reason to me it sounded/felt like it was coming from over my head at the top of the mast. And as I was looking up, out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of something launching out of the water right beside the boat! Just then a HUGE log, about 30 feet long and a foot or more around slides up the side of the boat and out of the water about 3 feet and splashes down and floats away…..!!
Up until then, we had seen a random log or two floating about and sailing around up here in the Pacific Northwest you always in the back of your mind keep an eye out for deadheads and floating logs. But this was the first time we had hit one this big. We hit it right in the middle of the log and it rolled down our keel to the middle of the boat and then slid/floated up.
Tawn ran below and started pulling up floorboards to make sure we did not get a hole poked in our bottom. No harm, no foul. But we kept an extra close lookout for the rest of the trip.
We got to Secret Cove about 3pm and found a spot to anchor and did a little dinghy exploring, and much to our surprise we found a pub!
It sucked but it was the first bar we had been to in a couple weeks. So we had to stay for at least one drink. Oh and it was not really a surprise to find this pub. We knew it was here and wanted to check it out becuase it was named “The Jolly Roger Pub”. Which made it’s suckyness even that much more hurtful.