Sojourn – living up to their name!
After hanging around Exmouth for a bit longer than we wanted, and reading numerous weather reports, we decided Monday was the day we were going to sea. Even if the wind was coming from exactly the same direction we wanted to go!
We got away at 7.30am and headed out of the protected marina and through the channel. The seas were very messy and Janey from Sojourn told us they could see us going over the waves and then just disappearing into a hole behind them. On board, we found that the waves, although small (1-2M) were really close together with an interval of no more than 5s (as opposed to 15s when we are in deep water) and we just kept dropping off them as they appeared to have no back to them.
The gulf is quite shallow and there is a lot of water flowing in and out with the tides and hence a lot of current. This, along with the wind coming from exactly the wrong direction made the going slow and it took us a full day to get to Serrurier. We pulled in just before sunset to join a tug, a dredge and two other cats – Sam and Sasha. Sasha quite kindly got on the VHF and told us where best to anchor. Unfortunately they both left the next day before we had a chance to say hello.
Who Took This???
The trip to Serrurier turned out to be the roughest of our journey north so far and both trampolines were looking a bit worse for wear. In Exmouth, I’d got our the needle and thread – a nifty device Brad and Bec gave us years ago – and stitched up the tramps and replaced the lines that attached it, only to see the trip across to Serrurier completely rip the tramp to threads making my stitching job a complete waste of time. One new set of tramps on order from Barracudda Sails, to be delivered to Broome.
After a good night’s sleep where everyone slept really soundly – amazing how a rough trip can take it out of you even though you end up doing not much at all – Michael, Elaine, Anthony and Kate decided a walk was in order and proceeded to do Burke and Wills proud by walking around the top end of the island. I on the other hand, had some stuff to do on the boat, so I paddled over to the beach much later and walked around the bottom end of the island – still a good 30 minute walk – and they still weren’t back when I go back from my walk. Kate got herself a nice set of blisters and Elaine went out in support so Michael and Anthony needed to backtrack in the dingy to pick them up. The rest of the day (afternoon) was spent snorkelling around the southern end looking for those elusive crays – Crays 1, Camelot 0.
Next day the wind had dropped right off and it was one of those magical days. Out came the stand up board and I showed Anthony how easy it was; and then Anthony showed me how difficult it was. In fairness to Anthony (did I just write that!), he could have done with a slightly bigger board.
Then more snorkelling and cray stalking. This time Anthony decided to mine for crays. I found his shifting boulders and rocks, one after the other, as he pursued one particular cray. Crays 2, Camelot 0. But the snorkelling was good – the water was nice and clear and the fish life plentiful. As Michael, Anthony and I all snorkelled, Kate and Elaine took to the beach for some sketching and photography.
Sojourn, having waited for decent weather, rocked up in early afternoon after a 5 hour motor (as opposed to our 10 hour tack-a-thon) and we shared a cup of coffee and bid our farewells as we left for an overnight sail at 5pm to the Montebello’s.