This post confirms several bars being available at The Duke. It's a bit variable but phone and internet are here. This alone warrants a high score as an anchorage.
We left in mild conditions, so mild in fact that Zofia slid out of the pen. I had to hold her in until the Bloke was ready! All that obsessing only confirms the Bloke as a candidate for a psychiatric couch. His plan came together and we came out with our glossy selves intact. Job well done.
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| Sunrise over Esperance Bay. |
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| Shipping waiting in the outer anchorage at dawn. One huge tanker left at 10 pm the previous night to be replaced at 11pm with another red dust monster! |
We met up in Esperance Bay as if in a
choreographed dance the timing was so good. We got going. The breeze
picked up as we headed out towards O'Briens, New Island Bay, Woody
Island, Lucky Bay.... all the names that we'd been given to visit. Alas a
visit to any would need to be for 1 week before another suitable wind
window would open up.
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| Rendezvous at dawn |
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| Wind in our sails. Excellent! |
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| The cats following |
Conditions became quite willing for a time. We were on the trough line bus after all. At one stage the Cats disappeared in a squall between a couple of islands. Strangely we missed it all together. We would have loved some of that rain to take that iron ore dusting off our rigging. We decided to hoist our little high cut #3, the sail that Buggsy from Avalaon Sails made us. It was just the thing as it gave us maneuverability without the cost of rounding up. Occasionally we had to motor but this just caused us to cross the trough line again - we seemed to be perfectly synchronised.
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| Another Island. They are everywhere. No wonder they say not to travel at night! |
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| How to cope with stupid O'Clock starts |
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| Weird headland |
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| Marbles anyone? |
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