Ship's Log
Thursday, August 10, 2000
Campbell River to Lund

Back to Sea

    I woke with the sun. I got under way at 7am. August710.jpg (41276 bytes)

I headed out of the marina and around the corner to the fuel dock. I filled up and had a bight to eat. I was underway again by 9:20. South around Cape Mudge for the last time. Past the hoards of sport fisherman back through Baker Passage and docked at Lund at 2:30 pm. Lund felt like home now. I recognized friendly faces at the marina and the bakery. I cleaned the boat filled with water and prepared for my new guests. I was a bit apprehensive about the next week. I didn’t know what to expect from the dynamics of the three of us. We are all quite different. Aldo is one of my oldest and dearest friends. We were close when we were racing cars and listing to heavy metal. He is just about the only person I keep in touch with from that world. And somehow, we managed to grow together even though we haven’t lived within 1000 miles of each other in over 10 years. Reed on the other hand is one of my newest and dearest friends. He and I are just beginning to understand each other. We have a profound appreciation for the other’s perspective. But we are still at the honeymoon stage of the friendship. We have never really disagreed or even revealed any real scary dark sides of ourselves yet. Aldo and Reed have only met briefly. So this will be an interesting week. Aldo is flying in from Los Angeles. Reed will pick him up in Vancouver and drive to Lund. I plan to spend the night here. That will make it easier to get acclimated to the boat the bathroom the motion, before we cast off.

They arrived at about 6pm. It was great to see them. I drag my friends to the coolest places! We unpacked and got settled. Then went out to dinner. I told them stories about the trip and we talked about my new engagement. Reed was newly engaged as well and Aldo was one of my many previously married friends, which made for interesting conversation. That night we decided on a rough plan for the week. Tomorrow, we set sail for Galley Bay.

It's a small world after all. It's a small small world.

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