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The tension I felt riding a
moped doesn’t even come close to what I was feeling on our way across the Strait of Georgia today. We, of course, checked the weather channel and
the report was for swells up to two feet with winds 10 to 15 mph. We had been in much worse conditions before
and have heard similar forecasts and experienced a flat calm crossing…so we
decided to go…but they lied.
Going through Active Pass was easy but once out in the Strait the waves grew in
intensity. For three hours we were pounded by waves up to four feet. I was
feeling quite nauseous and with the rocking of the boat, I stayed glued to my
chair. We were moving into the waves so the boat’s motion was a forward rocking
motion but then we got hit broadside and the boat pitched from side to side.
The first casualty was the small desk in the wheelhouse which shook loose and
crashed to the floor with phones, cameras and David’s computer hitting the
floor and scattering.
About that time, David said that
it was going to be another 2 hours to English Bay or we could go another 45 minutes and get to the Fraser River. I didn’t hesitate…”Head for the river!”
Galley Chaos!
I was heartened by the
knowledge that the river was not far away but when we entered the Sandheads
which is just before the mouth of the river, all heck broke loose. We were getting hit on our side over and over
by waves. The boat pitched over so far
that I truly believed that it was going to roll over. The aft bilge alarm
started sounding but we knew the pump was on and it was not safe to move about
to even check.
The big fear is certainly
taking on water but you also have to be concerned about something being flung
into the engine. There was nothing for us to do but have faith in our vessel
and hold on. David was busy at the wheel while I kept very quiet and thought
about all the actions that might have to be taken. I thought this misery would
never end.
Once safely in the river
channel, we surveyed the damage. What a disaster! Once I was able to walk
around, I got busy cleaning up and that helped calm my nerves. There was tomato
sauce and sausage on the floor that had splashed out from a pot that was still
on top of the stove along with spices (some bottles broken), tea bags, pots,
pans, and books. Miraculously, only one plate was broken!
The biggest mess was in the
machine room. David’s tools were everywhere! On the boat deck we found that our
skiff had slid off the rear cradle and the bottom had been punctured by the
sharp edge of it. How the strap which is secured over the motor came
unfastened, which would have kept the boat in place, is a mystery to us (we do
know that it was secured before leaving). The large table housing our chairs
and large float scooted across the upper deck and over a 2 inch high 4 inch
wide ridge of metal.
Machine Room Mess!
The paint locker on the deck
opened up and also the latches on the bulwark doors somehow became unlatched in the
rolling and pitching, and we figure we lost at least two gallon cans of paint
overboard.
There were many lessons
learned from this experience. This was the scariest crossing in all the years
we have been cruising, and we have had some tense crossings in the past. We both have a renewed confidence in the
Belle and how well she can handle perilous waters.
The docking at our home
marina was our final challenge, and we had to fight against a swift current.
I said a silent prayer pleading that after what we had just been through, a
smooth docking would be most appreciated. Someone was listening.
Hope you have enjoyed our
tales. Stay tuned…there will be more to come!
Dave and Pat Hitchcock
Dave and Pat Hitchcock