We made it through Dodds just as slack was upon us with little incident. Alden was checking our oil leak about every fifteen minutes. We pulled into the Nanaimo Port Authority Marina and took a slip. The guys worked at solving our leaky seal.
It proved to be a pain in the neck.
We also discovered that our VHF radio was not actually connected to the antennae on our fly bridge arch. Go figure! We had had trouble with clarity at even short ranges... (The boat had been disassembled ages ago when shipped up from California on a truck, apparently whoever put it back together hadn't bothered to reconnect all the wires. Nice.)
Dinner was great! A local thrifty mart supplied corn on the cob to our Moe beef t-bones and pasta, plus a bottle of Beresan cab 2006 that we had been saving. Yum!
The next day we had our list of needed supplies. We split up, Alden biking to a hardware store for new brass fittings, Dayne and I walking to the local chandlery to pick up a new antennae. We met back at the boat and got to work...
Our pretty, new antennae!
Alden in the engine room, where he spends most of his time these days.
Dayne caught a Kenmore flight back to Seattle and we prepared for the next leg of our trip.
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