Plumper Cove


Our first Canadian port of this voyage was actually somewhere none of us had been, which was a bit surprising, as mom had sailed this passage three times already, twice going north. Plumper Cove, situated on Keats Island in Howe Sound is one of the nicest little places we have traveled so far. Being only about a mile away from the town of Gibsons on the mainland, and in a well-maintained park with mooring balls and a small dock.
            When we arrived, the first thing we did after tying up was to pump up the dinghy so that Carmen and I could go ashore and try to find some wrecks shown on the chart while mom was cooking dinner.
            Ashore, Plumper Cove is just as nice or nicer than it is from the water, with a great grassy field and lots of good campsites I the woods. The most interesting thing however is the twin wreck on the other side of Observatory point at the northeast end of the Cove. The wrecks are two 30-35 foot sailboats that are both washed up on the beach parallel to each other, and look as if they haven’t been there more than a few years. The first one is a big fiberglass canoe-stern sloop similar to a Westsail 32, and the other is a once beautiful wooden cutter with a hull shape almost like a friendship sloop.
            After climbing around on the wrecks, Carmen and I returned to the boat for dinner before we headed out again with mom one last time. That night we concluded the first day completely without projects since we arrived in Seattle two weeks ago.








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