Booty Call

It was a nice day when we arrived in Pirates Cove, DeCourcy Island BC.  But it had been a six-hour run across the Strait of Georgia and we were tired.  We just didn't feel like hauling the dinghy off the deck and going for a walk.  So we stayed aboard.

And it wasn't until the SIXTH day that we were able to make a break for it.  It has been one stormy -- WET and WINDY -- weekend!  But Pirates Cove has been a good hidey hole.  We consulted weather websites and listened to weather radio, and while we heard reports of winds as high as 51 knots in our area, the highest our gauge registered was 25.

But this IS Pirates Cove, and there IS a treasure chest, so we had to go check out the BOOTY!

We missed our Little Pirates (we used to take the grandkids on an annual Pirates Cruise), but we had fun taking pictures with them in mind.  I've sent them postcards with the best one of all, but these do a good job of showing us having fun.

Beware of Gritty Grammie

Proud Pirate Papa

The Booty!

Nice job!

Growling....

ARRrrrrrrr!

We be mateys after all!

That be the pirate ship Viking Star in the background.

Erosion