It was a stormy night on the island. The wind threatened to rip the fly off the tent, each gust seemed to be stronger than the last. By morning the wind had dropped considerably, it was raining on and off and when Ngaio got up she announced it had snowed on the mountains last night. There was a decent dusting on the mountains on Vancouver island that had not been there the day before.
Today we decided to make use of the strong wind and not wait for the tide to turn in our favour. The tides are at really bad times for us at the moment, low around 3pm which means we either get up at 1am to catch the early tide or wait for what feels like most of the day to catch the afternoon tide. We considered waking up and getting the end of the morning tide then spending the day on a beach and getting back on the water for the afternoon tide, but that didn’t seem like much fun. It’s dark by 6pm now so we don’t want to be paddling late like we could when we started.