Smugglers

After a nice later morning departure from Egmont, we made the easy trip down to Smugglers cove where we anchored with a stern tie to the rocks.  I’ve seen pictures of larger vessels than mine own on the cover of Northwest Yachting, but from a 1st party perspective I have this to say.  HOLY COW THAT’s A TIGHT ANCHORAGE!!!!

The place is tiny, albeit well protected from most directions.

Shortly after we were in and settled, a guy comes in on a sailboat, anchors right on top of us (like most sailboats) and then starts loudly complaining about the fact that I’m running my generator.  It’s 3pm for crying out loud, and the generator is not going to get turned off until that wonderfully smelling bird roasting in the over is done.  Cliff had the bright idea of starting up the mains and letting him smoke on that.  Honestly, some folks just go out of their way to find a problem.

The thing is, there are a lot of sailors out there that for some reason look to find fault in any powerboater they can find.  Make no mistake, there are enough of the know nothing cocktail cruiser crowd to feed into the stereotype, but something in the sailing culture goes out of its way to try to cause problems and today I’m next to one.  Egads!

In the end, the chicken came out of the oven, the generator was shut down and our formerly feathered freezer food was devoured with the utmost zeal, alongside a perfectly shaken gin martini with two olives.

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