Kwatsi to Sullivan Bay
The clouds were higher and the rain less
frequent. When we left Kwatsi Bay, Halcyon called our attention to
the dolphins they were watching. It is hard to say how many there
were. We saw several groups of 10 or more at one time. We watched
a while and then headed toward Echo Bay. Canada was celebrating
Queen Victoria’s birthday; so, we didn’t know if the marina would be
open.
They were open. We
bought a loaf of long-frozen bread and a box of Parmalat. Then, we
checked out the small town/park dock. On approach, we saw a sign
which we expected would tell us not to tie up. To our delight, it
read: No boats over 23 feet. After tying to the dock, we went for a
stroll. We had been warned to keep a lookout for a bear which had
been seen earlier in the park. The small park ended at the school
yard where we saw Casey talking to a man who turned out to be the
husband of the schoolteacher. We learned that they lived in the
trailer next to the school. The teacher was in the classroom
getting ready for a visit from school officials the next day. She
invited us to come in. She has 8 students K-7 including the two
children from Kwatsi who will soon pass to higher grades. The whole
community fears that the school will be closed; especially after the
Kwatsi kids graduate.
The next morning, for
breakfast, Casey fixed ham and potatoes and Penny fixed eggs. We
provided orange juice and Casey added champagne for Mimosas. I
contributed a hearty appetite. Quite a fun way to start a rainy
morning. Halcyon arrived about noon and we all walked through the
park and school yard to Billy Proctor’s Museum calling out “Hey
Bear, Hey Bear” as we passed through the forest. Billy seemed
pleased to show us around. His museum reflects his colorful life on
the coast. His main interest is bottles. He has quite a
collection.
We discovered that WiFi
was available at the dock. We suspected that it might be part of
the schools resources. Casey and I took advantage and got on the
internet. Late in the afternoon, the three crews brought out our
chairs and sat on the dock for cocktails. I started my little Honda
generator to charge our batteries and Halcyon plugged in to top up
her batteries. Penny brought out a hot plate and cooked dinner.
Billy Proctor came by and
told us numerous tales of his doings as logger and fisherman. He
apparently has the most seaworthy boat for making the trip across
Queen Charlotte Strait. He often uses it to get supplies. Anyone can go and help pay
for the expense of running the boat. It seems that the community
depends on his run.
Another rainy day
arrived. We stayed put. Most of the school children arrived by
small boat and used the dock to reach the school. Because bears had
been recently seen on the beach the teacher’s husband arrived with
an umbrella to escort them back to the school. Today would be
inspection day at the school. Halcyon and Naknek had to leave the
dock to make room for a float plane carrying school officials. We
soon made the 200 foot trip to join them and to explore the colorful
buildings floating on that dock. The Bead Lady showed us around her
shop. Bill and I photographed the pictographs on the cliff behind
the buildings. I got none that made sense and none are shown.
In the afternoon, we went
to nearby Laura Bay and anchored in a small basin for the night.
Early the next morning we
went into Sullivan Bay to fill the gas tanks in preparation for
venturing up Queen Charlotte Strait. We are very early in the
season and most of the stores have empty shelves. Such was the case
here. We were able to buy a box of wine and a bag of ice. I still
chuckle when I think of Bill and Penny, butts in the air, sorting
trash into the numerous categories the place required. We filled up
with gas and walked around this floating community before heading
out Wells Passage to see if the next dragon was asleep or at least
drowsy.