Last night was quiet but the occasional sound of the anchor chain dragging over the rocky bottom and the thought if ice floes circulating in the anchorage wasn’t conducive to a peaceful night’s sleep. This morning started with foggy patches and low cloud type rain. By eight the visibility started improving and I departed the anchorage at nine.
On my way out of the anchorage I saw the icebergs that I had been dodging around in the fog last night. Scary stuff. The forecast southerly wind didn’t arrive, in its place we had mist, rain, fog and more rain. I saw a couple of my old friends, the logs, in the water today. There is always something floating around here that needs dodging. The sea was pretty calm and although we were going against the tide made reasonable progress with the engine. This bit of the inside passage is quite busy with cruise ships, I saw a couple more today.
The Orca’s turned up today. First one by himself came over to have a look at me. A few minutes later I came across five hunting as a pack close to rocks inshore. I was also close to the rocks, trying to keep out of the current. They are the most beautiful animal, so sleek, powerful and fast. One of nature’s finest designs. These were the first Orca’s I have seen on the west coast.
I had another close encounter with a Humpback Whale as well. There were two large Humpbacks feeding ahead. They were both sounding and staying down for three or four minutes each time. I was watching them and trying to calculate where they would pop up. One popped up to starboard as expected but the other didn’t show. As I was looking ahead I was startled to hear a whale surface very close astern. A huge magnificent creature, did he surprise me on purpose? I have noticed that after they have dived deep two or three times they seem to need a rest, they swim slowly on the surface and don’t blow out big streams of air. The whale I saw close alongside yesterday was just moving slowly and didn’t blow when he surfaced next to the boat.
This evening I have tied up to a rather decrepit little float in a small cove on Entrance Island. Entrance Island is at the entrance to Hobart Bay. An American boat with a couple of old boys on it has tied up astern of me and the float is full.
The weather forecast for tomorrow is even worse than today, on the nose again 25 knots. I reckon it may be OK if I get away early. Total voyage distance 126.1 miles.