Nanaimo Gybe

Zane Fischer

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.