September 3, 2009
1600 hours
We are firmly tethered to a mooring buoy in the midst of other mariners in Montague Harbour. I say firmly because a 15 knot wind has us swinging with gusto (no pun intended, but rarely refused) at the end of our mooring line. A strained thumb and rib muscle happily the only price of wrestling with the elements. Aside from the breeze, the harbour is peaceful. A hike to the Marine Park will be taken during our stay, but our plans are to fish tomorrow an hour either side of slack near Active Pass. Chinooks and Cohos are prevalent and we are intent on trying our luck.