Day 3: Quigley Creek and Klemtu

​Up again fairly early at 7:30am and we had some chocolate oatmeal pancakes for breakfast. There was a bit of a lull in the wind so we dropped the main which went very smoothly. We motored a fair while up the sound and pulled into the head of Quigley creek. We decided to take the zodiac out for spin and explore the creek. We managed to motor a fair way up and then paddle for a bit before coming to a rocky impass. Sohrabh, Margot and I continued walking up the creek while Eric serenaded us with his flute:

W​​e saw a bunch of jumping Salmon and we managed to find some bear paw prints but no actual bears.

Back on the boat we continued on into Meyers Passage where it got fairly tight in a few spots but we had no worries getting through. The only animal life we saw was a lone Sea Lion. It seemed that the harder I scanned the shores the less bears I saw.

The rest of the day was fairly rainy and pretty un-eventful. We had run out of water so in the late afternoon we pulled into Klemtu to fill up the tanks. It was absolutely pissing down but while we were waiting Margot, Sohrabh and I decided to go for a wander round the wee town anyway. It was a first nations reservation and I thought it was a bit messy. There was a lot of rubbish lying on the ground and there were big oil booms out in the harbour to try to stop pollutants from the town getting in the sea. I doubt they were working very well. We went to have a look at a fairly dilapidated salmon hatchery and the "Big House" which had some kinda cool first nation artwork stuff going on. We also ran into the local RCMP who seemed like they hadn't talked to people in months. They were really nice though and offered to take us on a tour of their facility. I couldn't help but think that all they had to show us was a couple of desks and a holding cell. We politely declined and headed back to the yacht.

We decided to stay in Klemtu harbour the night since we had been on the go pretty much solidly since we left Port Moresby camp on Friday. I had a bit of a crack at fixing the compass light but unfortunately I suspect that it is a problem with the negative circuit which would be a prick to fault find. It was nice to anchor for the night and we spun a few yarns over a delicious dinner of pizza (very well kneaded I might add) and strudel for dessert. A couple of beers didn't go amiss either.