Doug Folkins and the Molly Hogans were keeping the Quisam Country bar lively tonight. Doug was raised in New Brunswick and headed west with his forestry degree to work in the timber industry. He sells and service software that manages tree harvesting from planting to mill yield. That is Doug’s usual forty hours a week; five nights they are at the Quisam with a dedicated following by Annie and the others. The band is quite good; they out perform many of the Friday night acts at Cesar Chavez park in Sacramento. The small crowd is middle aged, ex mill employees. When the band finishes up for the evening a few drift to the Voodoo Lounge, so I drifted too. Two ID’s are required at the door; from the looks of the girls in their jet dresses, forged ID’s are easy to come by; the girl at the door takes my five dollars and does not require any ID from me … I am obviously the oldest person in the place. The DJ plays thumping sounding noise that reminds me of Erik’s thirteenth birthday party with MC Hammer, only worse. Girls dance in two’s and threesomes without boys. Most of the guys look drunk. Time for me to walk back to Desert Wind.
Erebus was dropped into the water this morning for a boat buck. I used to use airplane spark plug units, $56 USD each, as a measure of cost … there are about eighteen spark plug units in a boat buck. William is happy with the repairs, so all is well. Shonto is still being worked on, so Erebus and Desert Wind head out to catch the favorable tidal currents through Seymoure Narrows. We are a little late for slack water; the current pushes the boats up to thirteen knots as we accelerate through the narrows.
Otter Cove is a quiet little inlet with favorable anchorage. Erebus drops a hook and 
we raft up. It has been a short travel day, but continuing on against the tidal current really won’t get us anywhere. There are clear cut forest areas, new growth planted and old growth pines all around us … no houses … no signs of civilization
other than the logging road. Everyone takes a nap, especially me since I was out past my bed time last night. William makes fresh salsa and we have chips and wine on deck. Stan cooked up a spaghetti dinner; we ate on the fine china ….
Eggs over easy from Robin and Williams potatoes for breakfast. As
we haul anchor, two black bears come out on the shore to start their day of foraging. We are on the edge of the Johnstone Straits and need to time the tide through. We start out with a one knot favorable current. Traffic is one way; no one can afford the diesel to buck the current.
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