Thormanby Island

08/08 — Duke’s Marina (Sechelt) to Buccaneer Bay (Thormanby Island)

Sea Goat’s stocked and set up now, which makes getting going easier.

Tried changing the fuel filter again. On the way to Thormanby, the engine quit completely — almost there, but stuck in the middle of the bay. I’m no mechanic, so I let the captain handle it.

We made it to anchor without too much trouble. Thankfully, it’s not too busy here.

Shrimp pasta in lemon-garlic cream for dinner while the sun broke across the sky.

The Sturgeon Moon rose behind Sea Goat’s constellation again. A sign? Watched it climb into the darkening sky, full and glowing orange. Magical.

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09/08 — Buccaneer Bay (Thormanby Island)

Stayed anchored today. No point trying to fix something we don’t have the parts for. Not a bad place to spend the day — so much to do, or nothing at all.

After coffee, took the dinghy out to drop crab traps at 100 feet, plus one closer to the boat.

Back for breakfast: our classic shrimp cakes with fresh mango guacamole.

More exploring by dinghy. Clear waters, lots of swimming, walking the sandy beach. So much life — mussels, tiny fish darting, shells scattered along the shore.

Back to Sea Goat, cleaned the engine, propeller, and sonar.

Pulled the trap near the boat. One small red crab released, and one Dungeness kept. Decided to eat it here rather than transport it home the wrong way. Thanked it for the perfect meal.

Sparkling wine, fresh crab, music, sunshine. Haven’t felt that happy since Juno passed. Life isn’t always easy, so I’m savouring these magical moments while they’re here.

For dinner, cooked Maui steak skewers on the BBQ and made another fancy platter. Still full from the morning, but why not—fifteen years in the food industry has taught me there’s always room for something good.

Played games, watched the moon rise again.

Lay on the bow, stars beaming alongside the moon. Thought of Juno, Lady, my mom. Of the people I’ve met while moving through the world—some who’ve drifted with time and distance, and others who’ve stayed close. Faces, moments, places—they come and go, yet linger somewhere within. And so do the places I’ve been, the things I’ve seen, and the ones still waiting.

Things are different now, but this is good.