Running Yaculta Rapids

Tuesday dawned overcast, wet and windy as we sat at anchor in Squirrel cove but thankfully, just as forecast, around 10:00 the weather started to clear.  As we headed out later that morning the wind had moderated significantly and we ended up on a dead run up Lewis Channel.  With the wind right behind us we thought we would try poling out the Genoa.  After a couple of fals starts we got her all fixed up on a starboard tack and also goose winged with the staysail. 

First time poling out the Jib; Staysail a bit small though!

BeTrue farily romped along in a light wind which gave us lots of confidence, until we realised we would have to tack!.  After taking everything down we tacked and headed off running on a port tack and decided that poling out was an amazing idea, if you had a long way to go and lots of room!. 

Our journey today was all about getting through Yaculta Rapids, a pair of narrow channels (Gillard Pass and Dent Rapids) that apparently could both be run if you time it just right as the tide turns.  With the tide due to turn at 16:20 we arrived at the first rapids around 4pm and had an uneventful journey through. 

All quiet through Gillard Pass

We then raced to the second rapids to get through before they got too boisterous and luckily hit them too.  So after lots of planning, and a little worry, Yaculta rapids proved a bit of an anticlimax, apart form of course the amazing scenery, and a view of the plush fishing lodges that inhabit the area. 

Very plush fishing lodges set in amazing scenerey

Once through the rapids we had not really thought much about where to go next.  Knowing that we wanted to push on, and with no wind so motoring form here on, we decided the best plan was to push on as long as we had daylight.  We worked out, if we were luckty, we should just about be able to make Helmcken Island in Current passage and so set our sights for there. 

Late evening cruising down Johnstone street

As we were running with the current, we fairly romped along reaching over 9 knots at one point; our only concern being whether we would be able to actually stop to turn into the island or whether we would get swept past.  In the end we tucked into the wonderhfully named Billy Goat Bay (I need to look up the story of that name!) just after sunset and settled down for an all too short night.

Time for a drop of rum after a good day's cruising