Last night we were surrounded by lightening strikes and buffeted by squall gusts blistering off the strait and into our anchorage. I stood naked in the companionway watching the boat yaw and then buck as the chop rolled in about twenty degrees off the wind direction and the sky crackled between inky and electric. And by morning, stillness. The urge is to go north, but fist a required stop for a few spares. Hey, when you need a joker valve, you need a joker valve. So Nanaimo for a night. The wind was funky as ever close to land, but came on further out. Making Nanaimo was a jibercize class, good for continuing to learn the boat. Grabbed a mooring at Saysutshan, a walk in the forest, and fish and chips at the requisite Dinghy Pub.

Mostly a motor across a glassy Strait of Georgia. Not a glorious sail to truly start life with Polytropos, but a clean break from the allure of Vancouver. Looking out the port light in the aft cabin just now Katherine was delighted to see trees instead of a boat-filled marina. BC is glorious and the occasional sea plane landing next to our anchorage is kinda charming. At least today it is. Anchored in two *shrug*