Vancouver

We sailed to Clam Bay on the far side of Kuper Isl. on Thursday, got up early Friday and carried on to False Creek. At about 7 in the morning Friday we woke to a horrible noise that as it turns out was a Heron in its final moment of life. Michelle stuck her head out of the hatch just in time to see an eagle tear out its throat! The eagle made several attempts at picking its now limp victim out of the water but the heron proved to be a little to heavy for him. On his final try he splashed into the water next to his prey. He tried to swim the heron to shore but the tide was against him so he eventually gave up and flew to a nearby tree. When we were outside English bay we were joined by some porpoises. These were the little black and white guys and they weren't shy like the ones up North. We anchored in False Creek for two nights and enjoyed a few of the jazz festival performances. On the way home we had SE wind all day and by late afternoon we were reefing the main and genoa. All in all a good weekend.