0700, 22 june: The view over our shoulder, east up Sunderland Channel was pure northwest mystical. This was a welcome beginning to what would be a rare relatively windless day on Johnstone Strait. With favorable weather at hand, we opted for our longer day's destination and passed up Havannah Channel, our previously planned "duck in" for lunch at the Burial Cove to wait out the tide change. A slight SE wind was now assisting and tides against were negligible so we pressed onward toward Telegraph Cove. En route, we were delighted to hear our former slipmates, from Campbell River aboard Buenaventura, conversing with their traveling sistership, Moonshadow. They had evidently weathered their push up Johnstone against 30 knots of wind and their better judgement. They had begrudgingly complied with Moonshadow's urging to press on and make for Billygoat Bay on Helmcken Island amid Race and Current Passages in the worsening conditions of driving wind and surging current. Their last communication was saturated with salt spray and waning enthusiasm for the whole affair as Don in Eyore like tone said "Awwlright" to the piglet like excited plea by Moonshadow to join them in Billygoat. "We'll save an anchorage fafafor you", exclaimed Moonpiglet. Now, on a new day and under calm conditions and like disposition, Don was realying to Moonshadow their intentions to press on to Port Hardy in part to make some repairs from the recent roughing up they experienced. Moonshadow, with undiminished verve, expressed happiness at finding their now somewhat questioning companions. "Don, great to hear from you again!" Apparently, Don and Heather had taken a break from their surging guide into the jaws of Johnstone. "Hi Bob", Don drolled. "Don, how have you guys been?" Not expecting a response, Bob lurched forward. "Don, I hooked a huge one today! Took all my line and broke loose! Now that's a fish story. "What were you using Bob?", Don feigned interest. "A spoon. A big spoon. Just trolling. He took it all! You got any crabs yet Don?" "Nope, had one but it was too small", Don almost sighed. "Oh, Don! We have two nice crabs already in the fridge. Ok, well we will move our plans up and meet you at Port Hardy tomorrow. So Don, expect us for dinner!" "Ok Bob", you could almost feel Heather's eyes boring into Don's scalp. Who knows, perhaps they will find harmony as they move slinky like down the west coast over the next six weeks... on holiday.