Georgia Strait stretched out ahead of us in a flat calm that went on for miles. Only a small island broke the monotony – Mitlenacht Island.
“It’s a nature preserve, isn’t it?” I asked Steve. “Maybe we can go ashore.”
We consulted the Waggoner Cruising Guide and determined that we could.
The Waggoner suggested an anchorage on the east side, but that looked too tight to us. We anchored instead off a small pebble beach on the north side, perfect protection for the light southerly that had just come up. Another sailboat was already there, and a third dropped anchor between us.