A Mid-day Dark-night of the Soul
May 16, 2015 Our perfectly-timed rendezvous at Jedediah afforded us an easy next-day up to Powell River, where Terry and Alane live. We looked forward to dinner with them prior to pushing north to Desolation Sound. Jedediah is nestled between Lasqueti Island to the south and the long stretch of Texada to the North, and a good weather forecast augured well for this shortish day. It turned into the psychological nadir of the trip. I did our preflight inspection, paying close attention to oil and fuel lines. My Rescue-Tape jury rig of the leaky banjo compression washers was holding up well, and the oil levels were fine. I had neglected to push the diesel cut-off choke cable when I tried to start the engine, and the result was a belching exhaust, the visual equivalent of farting loudly in public. Embarrassing, but easily rectified, the engine then started fine, and each boat peeled away from our raft-up. Terry led the way north along the 30 miles or so ...