Today we decided to move to the dock. First we went to fuel up at the Skidegate
fuel dock. Mat, a teenager, handled our order,and sent me up to the front office to
pay. The lady there spoke with an accent, and I think I insulted her by asking if
she was Australian, when in fact she was English.
We came back to QC and docked, a little hard (the only time I've marked the boat during
a docking maneuver). Later Manaroa III from New Zealand came in ...
Jane prepared for our stay at the cabin, and we cleaned the boat up.
Later we met Nathalie, and had dinner at her house.