Fury Cove to Shearwater

Light rain fell from an overcast sky as we made good speed up the Strait and across Queen Charlotte Sound.  We were leaving the protection Vancouver Island had been offering from the weather generated in the open Pacific.  Today, the protection was not needed; the gate was open.  Few of the boats we encountered had plans to leave the shelter of Vancouver Island.  It is a natural barrier to points north.  Our track wove among floating logs and islands of debris caught up in kelp.  We stayed well off the shoals, extending from Cape Caution, as we rounded in a 3 foot swell.

Running inside of Egg Island and around Kelp Head we put into Duncanby Landing.  Here we bought the most expensive fuel of the entire trip.  The facilities were mostly new and well kept.  We continued another four miles, under threatening skies, and dropped the hook in Fury Cove – 76 nm from Sullivan Bay.  Looking out over the white sandy beach and the Pacific beyond, I imagined the conditions that would pound rock into sand.  Fury seemed apt.  Next morning we enjoyed the sights as we made our way to Dawson’s Landing Marina.  The economy of life on these cedar logs seemed tenuous.  The owner told us that Duncanby now gets most of the boats looking for fuel even though they are about a dollar a gallon more expensive.  While we were there, the remoteness of the area was emphasized when the census-taker arrived by float plane.