It’s still overcast this morning, but the rain is gone. Our destination today is Waddington Bay, a place we haven’t been, in at least 15 years. Waddington is dotted with pretty islets and a great midden, so I’m looking forward to doing some paddling there.

While underway, I took a look at our calendar, which I had marked with all the Spring Tides and Neap Tides. I wanted to see when a favorable time would be for rounding Cape Caution this year. After doing some calculating, I realized that, if we wanted to round Caution during a Neap Tide, which would be much more comfortable, we should be heading for Booker Lagoon, instead of Waddington. Otherwise, we’d be spending another 2 weeks in this area. So, Al agreed that we should alter course for Booker Lagoon. There’s always next year for Waddington.

In Johnstone Strait, I spotted this commercial net fisher hauling in a load of fish.

When we arrived at Chatham Channel, the current was running 6 knots. The current was with us, but I was still nervous about it being squirrelly.  Al insisted that, because there are no rapids indicated on the chart, we should have no problems. And, thankfully, he was right. We got up to 11 knots, saved some fuel, and were under control the whole time.

The wind and seas were perfect for traveling. We threaded our way through Spring Passage without any problems and arrived at Cullen Harbour, just outside Booker Lagoon, an hour early for slack at Booker Passage. So, we anchored while Al did some preparation for dinner.

I noticed that the little stone man at the entrance to  Booker Passage had moved to the other side of the channel.  Now, how did he do that?

We went through Booker Passage a bit early, and got through without any problems at all. There were a couple of prawn buoys in the Lagoon, but no boats anchored.

Al went out to set the prawn trap as soon as we finished dinner, and was greeted by a pair of dolphins. We haven’t seen any dolphins here for the last several years. He said he had to slow down because they were having so much fun frolicking in his wake he was afraid they might land in his lap.