To Supply Bay
To Supply Bay, Townsend Island
We woke this morning to a pretty sunrise.
Behind us a couple of the overnight catamarans were just leaving the bay.
We left at quarter past nine out into our biggest seas and best wind so far on the Coral Coast.
Happy nineteenth anniversary to my amazing husband, thirty one more – you promised, and later checking a blog.
Lumpy scenery and sadly. no internet. You’ve been spoilt up to now, Oh I know I have, but this is after all such a vast area with nothing nearby for miles.
By one o’clock we could see all of Townsend Island.
As the water became shallower, the sea turned green, huge waves behind us that happily slid under Beez. I happened to see a turtle resting on the surface, she hadn’t seen us and was very close amidships. I shouted dive, dive, dive like a frantic submarine officer, she looked up and scurried below.
Just before we made our left turn at Cape Townsend.
Genoa in, things got a bit wild as we passed the ‘teeth’ at the top of the Cape in a big current, but it was only for half a mile.
Very difficult to show rough seas in pictures, they only look good sideways on, but B+W was a bit of fun.
Then all settled once we had passed into Supply Bay itself. The wind grew though, and we anchored in twenty seven knots of wind. Mmmm. It did quieten down during the evening and things settled overnight.
We parked in two point two metres just out from the sign on the beach that read ‘Danger Firing Range. The book helpfully suggests: The whole area of Port Clinton, Island Head and Townsend Island is reserved for army jungle training. It is not restricted to army games only, but visitors should exercise prudence if the sounds of gunfire are rather too close. I think we’ll just get the games out..............
We tucked in below the ‘5’ below the ‘a’ in Supply Bay, I snapped a split second too soon for Beez to be there......Hence the egg-timer bottom right, argh............ I lost yet again at backgammon, but who’s still in the lead, hush. And then you trounced me at Mexican train, payback deary........payback.
No sunset to speak of but a big moon.
ALL IN ALL A SMASHING SAIL
FANTASTIC SAIL WITH THE LOVE OF MY LIFE