Desolation Sound, Here We Come!
Sunset from Lund Marina (a previous trip) May 17, 2015 Leaving Powell River was a departure of some import. We had had two very nice social encounters - one at Jedediah, the second as beneficiaries of Alane's dinner table, and these fed the soul as well as the body, salve to the wounds to my confidence of the dipstick screw-up. I had been to Desolation Sound and on up to the Broughton Islands in previous years, crewing for Terry on SailMates. But this was new territory for Ripple, Powell River having been the northern-most excursion under my hand. It was with some eagerness that we started the short trip north to Desolation Sound. We had scarcely begun when the chartplotter, newly purchased for this trip, began to act strangely, refusing to zoom properly, and on a couple of occasions displaying the Blue Screen of Death! Rebooting is about the limit of my diagnostic competence, which I had to do several times. After a bit, it smoothed out, however. In any ...